YEEZU$ PROHET by RA$H (Rap) Lyrics
Woke up half late
Still I'm feeling half-baked
Mom said the bus is leaving, Nigga how you make it
But I'm too busy worried bout how I'm gone make it
I'm building up buzz
I noticed she smelled the fragrance
Money is a bitch
Time is money
And it seems that Time is wasting
But shout out to that bitch
Cause I'll probably never chase her
Staring at a bully
Hoping that he never takes her
But only time will tell
(Hook)
Good Morning x4
I chill the abyss of sorrow
Razor blades touching morrow
Can't see tomorrow
Waiting for god to call me home
But we're living gods right
And pops ain't called me back
Feeling like I'm jesus
In the shadow of my father
No disrespect to pops though
He made me who I'am
Just a wild motherfucker that don't give a fuck
A reckless ass degenerate
Pissing politicians who ain't feeling it
The laws of life I study like its syllabus
And my ceiling burst
From my day of birth
Stricken with a deadly curse
This spoken word a quench ya thirst
You should be exposed
Sorry if I hit ya first
Best to keep a blind eye
When higher powers spoken up
And this shit is deceiving
Put a hit out on god
Yet I'm listening to yeezus
And Jesus pieces, draped over K clips
Giving face lifts to fake fucks
Grab your makeup if your paid in full
Still I'm feeling half-baked
Mom said the bus is leaving, Nigga how you make it
But I'm too busy worried bout how I'm gone make it
I'm building up buzz
I noticed she smelled the fragrance
Money is a bitch
Time is money
And it seems that Time is wasting
But shout out to that bitch
Cause I'll probably never chase her
Staring at a bully
Hoping that he never takes her
But only time will tell
(Hook)
Good Morning x4
I chill the abyss of sorrow
Razor blades touching morrow
Can't see tomorrow
Waiting for god to call me home
But we're living gods right
And pops ain't called me back
Feeling like I'm jesus
In the shadow of my father
No disrespect to pops though
He made me who I'am
Just a wild motherfucker that don't give a fuck
A reckless ass degenerate
Pissing politicians who ain't feeling it
The laws of life I study like its syllabus
And my ceiling burst
From my day of birth
Stricken with a deadly curse
This spoken word a quench ya thirst
You should be exposed
Sorry if I hit ya first
Best to keep a blind eye
When higher powers spoken up
And this shit is deceiving
Put a hit out on god
Yet I'm listening to yeezus
And Jesus pieces, draped over K clips
Giving face lifts to fake fucks
Grab your makeup if your paid in full