Tut - Prophecy lyrics

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Tut - Prophecy lyrics

(Hook) I'm back on this microphone Y'all don't even understand what kind of life I'm on Walking through the valley with my nikes on Prophecy - I had to go and get my psyche on Damn that n***a TUT and K be making songs I remember making plays inside of vacant homes Make the wrong turn you might not make it home I'm trying to make a million dollars - it won't take me long (Verse 1: TUT) I've been looking for truth - not sure if I'll ever find it Sleep with the enemy and k** her at the top of a climax Flee to a different climate - I'm shining like freshly polished Silver ware at the diner - breaking out the good china I'm as fresh as my line up, working from monday to sunday Feed the team like a coach at CiCi's pizza on monday Swipe your visa Lord Jesus so y'all can pay some attention I've been pimpin since Pippen these hoes just made it a business Y'all done made me the villain - call me TUT The Joker Made your lady my baby - rolled her around in my stroller Getting neck like a shoulder, I'm bout my paper like folders Sell that weed like a dominoes - “Hi can I take your order” Unknown numbers - I do not pick up, that there is a stick up Pick up yo' b**h with no pick up line, she call and I don't pick up Hands in the air this a stick up - b**h we ain't playin that We ain't asking no questions, dog we just making a statement - uh (Hook) (Verse 2: Johnny Smathers) The truth is what you hoping to find It's hocus pocus, so instead we try to focus this grind You start to see the smoke and mirrors when you open your mind I want them hooked on these bars, I put some dope in these lines I put some drug in your ear, I hope I'm coming in clear See it ain't been to tell who sit and running it here They call me big papi mami, ain't no bunting in here You know like y'all want the answer like we talking ‘bout practice She got that wet pack they say my name John the Baptist The homies is local, I said that I want the atlas You know the axis to axis - I put them ashes to ashes We puff and pa** it - putting soundwaves in a casket Like every track could be cla**ic, been gettin gettin them buckets I try to k** them with kindness but they just stay on that f** sh** I sit and chill at the brunch and keep trying to function She gets baked and gives them buns up like they fresh out the oven Ah (Hook)