[Hook 1: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop b*tch
[Verse 1: Real Prophecy]
I got the ghost writer's arm, I'm the one who writes the songs
Tell me what advice you want, cuz b*tch i'm the nicest one to ever touch the microphone
I don't give a f*ck if you agree with me and to you hoes you'd be lucky to be with me
And I'm tired of these hoes acting prude like you don't wanna f*ck well b*tch you gotta f*ck me to be with me
She suck my di*k because she say she want it
She gon' suck on it just like her life depended on it
(she gon suck it now)
Did you know she a fan bruh? (no) cuz I don't listen to no propaganda I don't even lower my standards
Oh that's your hoe from Atlanta? well now she gon' pose for the camera
[Hook 2: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop b*tch
(Repeat)
[Verse 2: Real Prophecy]
Ain't nobody f*cking with the flow I got
And when it comes to these verses n*gga you know I got 16
I been that nice since I was 16 all I spit is 16 bars
Unless you want 52 Bars n*ggas say my lyrics too hard
b*tches say my lyrics too hard
Here's some advice use it n*gga your mic useless
Dudes ain't really spitting this sh*t is just hype music and dancing
I don't know why these new n*ggas in the game ain't saying a damn thing
Using autotune you know damn well you can't sing
You wack n*ggas running the game, I hope you pull a hamstring
Don't act like I can't bring boom bap back
[Hook 3: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high til' your hands tired; you gon' turn up
You're like a vampire around the campfire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit
All the things I did is this the thanks I get?
And I thank God it's why I can't stop b*tch
(Repeat)
[Outro: Real Prophecy]
Put your hands high; you gon turn up
Like a vampire; you gon' burn up
When you hear me spit that sh*t aye
Real Prophecy... Yeah