Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Da Prophet Makin da Profit
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Daniel Padilla
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Yea
It’s Da Prophet Makin Profit
Yea
Soulkar
If ya watch me coming down the boulevard
What’s up to every borough in the hood and every ward
From the city of the bar all the way to the Memphis
Living like a God call me Zeus at Mount Olympus
Got that purple sprite with them jolly ranchers apple
Fuck that bitch don’t sell ya soul in a wedding chapel
Save yourself and save your soul careful if you tie the knot
Cause that same knot gone be used to hang you in tha spot
From that tree right next to me
Cause I just want you to see
That I’m giving you so much game cause I want you to be free
Indefinitely mayne that’s just how I do my thang
My spinners Wheels of Fortune
Screens hang like hangy man
Pull out the scale mayne I found out how to ship keys
Gotta her playing patty cake bent she wanna get these
Bout to pluck a chicken head then I push and turn key
Pick a chicken Fuck a chicken
Pick a chicken Fuck a chicken
Since I found out how to ship keys going all out
From the High Meadows baby thuggin Aldine Mail Route
Know it as the Jail Route rydin in a box Chevy
Still got’em Dodging for the laws cuhz are ya ready
Take it nice and steady hittin dead man’s curve
If you about to die describe your life to me in one word
Down With The Sickness DISTURBED Tell Me Where Them Dollars At
RIP to Gangsta Boo What’s Up to tha Project Pat
Got that 8Ball in the sack MJG wit some WineO
Gotta pop my trunk tape deck on some fuckin vinyl
Stick her guts like a Rhino sportin Marcus Ecko
Schizo about my grind Dr Hyde & Mr Jekyll
This that Tupac Deathrow I’m still Last One Breathin
Imma good guy Bad Boy Killa and that’s my reason
It’s Murdah season baby and I’m all strictly business
Rula of the skies like a God to Jehovas witness
Ahhhh
Written by: Daniel Padilla