Pell - Prophecy lyrics

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Pell - Prophecy lyrics

Yeah, this one's for the dreamers, Goals This one's for the dreamers, I got you I climbed out of bed with some vans and a message Warmed up Ramen Noodles, watching HULU be my breakfast Then I crossed the free time off my checklist Got back to cooking dope about my freshness, then I rested Dream in my music, grind on the dresser Thousand more listens, I could own the whole semester A thousand more fans, I could lift up all this pressure We've been grinding so hard, we just wanna see better Heart of a lion but my hustle can't be measured Would have to span the universe just to f**ing test it Come back down to earth saying that I'm well respected But they too busy tryna ball, they no Clyde Drexlers No globe trotters, just some deadbeat fathers Hating on my craft like it's Salem in the projects Spider webbing concept, how I crept and then I got it They know that I'm diverse so they watching where I frolic Too many trials and tribulations they infiltrated I flipped the script and then dipped and left the slackers hanging Left the gangsters banging, let the haters hate But tell the children keep changing as we all make it Yeah as we all make it, Ahh, Ahh I got these audio lessons about how we all can get it Spitting crack records, its another dope lecture It's another dope lecture, It's another dope lecture I'mma save the a**holes and pull the trigger on the ignorance Engraved is the name of your excellence his nemesis Another hearse from a verse left with no witnesses Except the fans that are listening who are loyal as a dog German Shepards to my records Barking at the fakeness till intruders learn the lesson I know my haters mad, wish that I was contracepted But my momma bared a giant, since the womb was dope lectures Sweet nectar for the birds that be tweeting about my preachings On how to get a goal and put my enemies beneath me I ain't on the molly dog, but everything is peachy They gonna have to get swab before they ever f**ing reach me I look up to my cell phone and the stars for the style that were are in your sister's IPOD Blowing up like time bombs, n***a we on it It's just a matter of time