Prosper

Hesami

Here we are again, my friend

Haa (Woo)

I'm a Manhattan guy, bullet ride, straight up

Like good posture, for my brother, a Virgin Piña Colada

Could I bother you for a life or his Partagas?

For some reason, they smell way more proper mixed with this breeze in the Bahamas

I imagine us retired like mobsters

Sharing old stories, picking at oysters and lobster

Oyster Perpetuals on the wrist but not obnoxious

Here's the synopsis, frankly, we did it our way, Sinatra's

Carte blanche artist with entendres, double and triple mantras

Official monsters, we never sold out for the bar barkers

No big radio hits, but shit, you riding in your car, bark us

And that's the God's honest truth

Hit the move, switch up, Clark's garments

Throw on that cape, an amazing weather out here, bar conscious

Our fathers and prayers, save this Joell cat, used to sell crack

Tryna dodge charges like the Hellcat, who felt that?

'Cause I did, my eyelids opened (I seen too many close)

My old circle stuck in a can (Like they SpaghettiOs)

Where I'm from it's X's and O's, since we was embryos

So even when we winning confetti, it feel heavy, yo

Prosper

Live on, yeah, boy, we gon' live long

Live on, when the music this good, you gon' live on (Word)

Live on, yeah, boy, we gon' live long

Live on

Prosper

So many years in this game, I swear to God I wasn't getting what I was supposed to have

I was a million dollar **** with a overdraft

This is before the Range Rover floated on Ocean Ave

I was buying food stamps, bro, I'm in my grocery bag

Negotiating deals, broke and mad

Your bargaining power's over when you grab a soda and close the tab

I took a lot of L's, so I'm glad

I left a bad situation but it seem like I made the culture mad

Look, I'm still one of the realest you heard

No more selling keys, no more getting stoned

I guess I'm killing two birds, move to the suburbs, superb

I owe a lot of my destiny to two words, Kool Herc

Grab a mic and do work

Me and Joell are like Rakim and Quik

You don't like how we do it, sue us, the truth hurts

All about our scratch like Qbert

We all tattoos under a new shirt

We cut from a fresh cloth with this ink, boy

Who me? I write the type of

Shit that'll fix all my problems just like MacGyver

And chicks, I don't shoot shots, I just the socket piper

Eating pussy, layin' on my stomach like a sniper (Ha-ha)

Prosper

Eating pussy, layin' on my stomach like a sniper