Prospect Interlude by Kuttybear Lyrics
[Intro:]
You can turn the beat up a tad bit in my ear
A lil bit more
There we go, Yaddidye
[Verse:]
If I don’t know shit else then I know, when I pull up to BP, it’s clucks there
I be trippin off the sorrow, but for ten bucks who the fuck cares
Never said I was a model, I know my role & it’s up there
Now I got people that follow, but I might lead you to a drug lair
I just wanna see the blacks win, we in the field, we playing for keeps, We’ll never be even, your momma didn't cop no cocaine off the street
Your pops tell you never show pain cause it’s weak?
You must be a product of 27th, punctual nineties, nothing but grimy, it’s nothing to find me, I’m money catching
Honey wrestling, puffing medicine, run with weapons that’ll done your regimen
Pussy money weed cliche, but I can’t take it off replay
Pussy money weed cliche, RIP to the mixtape
Used to post out front Walgreens, young niggas tryna get paid
Remember cops pulled up tripping, then we’d dip to the fifth place, Looking forward to every Saturday cause I wasn’t trippin off 6th grade
They gone judge my knowledge off retention, Pops be trippin so I gotta listen
7th grade came, I was skipping, 8th grade came, I was dipping
Rather come home & say I got jumped then come home & say I got suspended
He think grades really mean something so he always tried to plant a college vision
Thinking back, I should’ve probably listened
But I made sure to kick my nigga down
Til I bounced out, now I’m in the clouds, young Mack, tell them we the winners now
SkiiSide til I’m in the ground, them other boys gotta sit it down cause Kutty the king, Kutty the king, yea
We ain’t never had options, so I ain’t tryna hear no limits now
I want everything, I know what it brings, let go of some steam, shit ain’t what it seems
Once you unshackled your mental, you’ll have some potential, or grasp what I’m into
Tell me about odds & how them bitches stacked up against you, but do that with a pencil
I don’t respect you unless I see passion within you, I know what’s poppin
Knew you was fraud from the jump, you didn’t have to continue, but I’m with the non sense, look
[Bridge:]
One day I was rolling down Prospect Avenue
Deuce thou Grand Prix, doing what I had to do
Pulled up round the block, then she came out with her attitude
This her third trip, you’d assume she never had a dude
Took her to the Lair, told me bout how you be rapping too
Told me pull her hair, she, she about that action, ooh
I know life ain’t fair, but sometimes this shit be magical
Said she won’t compare, I replied "I never asked you to."
[Outro:]
Hold up, yea, this shit remind me of nights in the 70s
Then I would pull up on Sev & Shod & see a Splinter CD used for everything
Never had nothing but melodies, I don’t believe nothing you telling me
Tea with this weed my new recipe, they’ll never fuck with my legacy
You can turn the beat up a tad bit in my ear
A lil bit more
There we go, Yaddidye
[Verse:]
If I don’t know shit else then I know, when I pull up to BP, it’s clucks there
I be trippin off the sorrow, but for ten bucks who the fuck cares
Never said I was a model, I know my role & it’s up there
Now I got people that follow, but I might lead you to a drug lair
I just wanna see the blacks win, we in the field, we playing for keeps, We’ll never be even, your momma didn't cop no cocaine off the street
Your pops tell you never show pain cause it’s weak?
You must be a product of 27th, punctual nineties, nothing but grimy, it’s nothing to find me, I’m money catching
Honey wrestling, puffing medicine, run with weapons that’ll done your regimen
Pussy money weed cliche, but I can’t take it off replay
Pussy money weed cliche, RIP to the mixtape
Used to post out front Walgreens, young niggas tryna get paid
Remember cops pulled up tripping, then we’d dip to the fifth place, Looking forward to every Saturday cause I wasn’t trippin off 6th grade
They gone judge my knowledge off retention, Pops be trippin so I gotta listen
7th grade came, I was skipping, 8th grade came, I was dipping
Rather come home & say I got jumped then come home & say I got suspended
He think grades really mean something so he always tried to plant a college vision
Thinking back, I should’ve probably listened
But I made sure to kick my nigga down
Til I bounced out, now I’m in the clouds, young Mack, tell them we the winners now
SkiiSide til I’m in the ground, them other boys gotta sit it down cause Kutty the king, Kutty the king, yea
We ain’t never had options, so I ain’t tryna hear no limits now
I want everything, I know what it brings, let go of some steam, shit ain’t what it seems
Once you unshackled your mental, you’ll have some potential, or grasp what I’m into
Tell me about odds & how them bitches stacked up against you, but do that with a pencil
I don’t respect you unless I see passion within you, I know what’s poppin
Knew you was fraud from the jump, you didn’t have to continue, but I’m with the non sense, look
[Bridge:]
One day I was rolling down Prospect Avenue
Deuce thou Grand Prix, doing what I had to do
Pulled up round the block, then she came out with her attitude
This her third trip, you’d assume she never had a dude
Took her to the Lair, told me bout how you be rapping too
Told me pull her hair, she, she about that action, ooh
I know life ain’t fair, but sometimes this shit be magical
Said she won’t compare, I replied "I never asked you to."
[Outro:]
Hold up, yea, this shit remind me of nights in the 70s
Then I would pull up on Sev & Shod & see a Splinter CD used for everything
Never had nothing but melodies, I don’t believe nothing you telling me
Tea with this weed my new recipe, they’ll never fuck with my legacy