David Ya**ky - Profound lyrics

This that Pope church Sunday with your kids flow And I'm the hottest n***a out if you didn't know I'm a bad, bad man with a big flow I got the fans in the back on they tippy-toes We let the kush burn methodic then we rip it slow I got a main b**h, also got a nympho Told her, "I love you" but I lied Like A Raisin in the Sun, I'm just not a nice guy Look, I'm just chilling in a penthouse, I'm living life And if you want to, baby girl, then you could spend the night Sleep on my shoulder in the cab, marvel at the home I have And then I clap and we wake up to fluorescent lights Now you could find me at Ferragamo with Salvatore One page ahead, homie, I write original stories I'm in the house, yeah n***a, Corey At the club celebrate like I'm not the father on Maury Papa Skizz says I'm always on my BBM And the apocalypse is when you'll f**ing see me end I'm graduating, tell my friends I know we going separate ways But the Grammy's is where we'll probably meet again And now the top off like thugs when it's hot out Everybody trynna avoid me, NBA lockout Looking for the future, man, I see it in the mirror These other rappers should go home like Tia and Tamara said Tipping valets, Camel bu*ts in the ash tray Last night was a sh** show, pa**ed out in the taxi Girls at shows who claim they are not hoes I tell her lines at clubs, now we never standing those Look [Hook:] A white-black kid from uptown who chose White-white kids from downtown, how profound So drink something, smoke something, f** something Try to make it, f** the underground Sorry Harriet Tubman Yeah I got fans cause I'm hot Get it? I got fans cause I'm hot I got women on speed dial, they say they need Myles And they saying my music's crack, my lyrics need vials Look, I told my b**h I never regret sh** Cause a**holes and douchebags create the best sh** I leave school and walk a couple blocks to Georg Jensen Shopping at places that for you are way too expensive sh**s depressing And me and Yaz working hard Both destined for greatness Good things come to those who wait and we both are being patient And Casa Nova k**ing it I'm trynna make a million And Luca could put me on with some models that are Sicilian Writing songs, fully focused on music Cause changing music, I'm the next one to do it Champagne gla**es and liquor flasks No need to ask, I'mma keep writing songs up til I pa** Look, did you want the Filet Mignon or the pasta? Well, she's a trendsetter- she asked me for the lobster Aye, Ranko told me when you make it, make sure you save some groupies I told him I'll get diseases if these b**hes all have cooties Haters hate me like alarm clocks on morning Mondays Monday mornings my name ring bells like church Sundays And all my girls in their fashion, we be working the runway Got a H on my belt, and we ain't talking Hyundai [Hook:] A white-black kid from uptown who chose White-white kids from downtown, how profound So drink something, smoke something, f** something Try to make it, f** the underground Sorry Harriet Tubman Yeah I'm getting love but I try to take it humbly Cause now just three songs got me buzzing like a bumblebee High up, waving at all pedestrians under me Never get co*ky, got to stay Ethiopian, hungry Well, f** it, I'm too ambitious You just sticking to the block, dawg, you're too indigenous Said it's getting bread, pigeon sh**. I son all you b**hes Yeah, illegitimate f** the dope game, I'm just trynna be dope as f** Haters hope I break a leg, but just say I wish you luck And these haters are the bullies holding on to my lunch Standing up for a cause, like like I'm Rosa on the bus And if I sound like Drake, Cudi, and Wiz combined I'm the greatest rapper of all time Infallible, invincible, living without limits Making music til I meet the man in white linen Yeah