Irregular

[Intro]
Fuck these niggas, man (yeah)
These niggas don't know what the fuck going on, bruh
You know what I'm saying
Aye, phone Haimy Haimy he like you know what the fuck going on, bruh
You know what I'm saying
Aye, foenem hit me he was like yo
I need some shit for the trenches
Aye, look

[Verse 1]
And I'm back on my bully, can't go back to being a regular nigga it's no way
I've been shitting on niggas and running my bag, you sleeping on me but it's okay
She ain't wanna come suck me 'til I ran a check up, now she got a friend that go both ways
And they both tryna pull up tonight, she just texted me and asked can I nut on her whole face
But I can't cause I got me wife and I promised to her I was done with my hoe ways
I done got me some new paper, came with a few haters, I can't go back to my old ways
I just bust down the Patek, shit look like a glacier, my Cuban link like the ice age
I done gave her some dick, now she can't stay away, she be lurking and stalking on my page
Gahhh Damnnn!
Bring the bottles and bitches to my place
We gone empty clip on a bitch, if he dissing we better not catch 'em tonight ay
I catch you at the light, you ain't clutching it tight, then it's gone be the end of your life ay
We gone hop out the car and get up close and personal, my hitta's do it the right way
I don't care if you hating, don't need you like me
I don't let the internet hype me
Rocking red bottom shit, cost me 10 pairs of Nikes
Threw them shits on with my white T
She said she wanna FaceTime, she wanna Skype me
Back then she ain't even like me
I'm balling, I'm crossing 'em up like I'm Kyrie
Kids wanna grow and be like me
Yea they do!
And the feds wanna come and indict me
Cause we fucking the hood up, we selling that shit that they like yeah I'm talking that white thing
You just focus on you while I focus on me, I be in my own lane doing my thing
If I give you my heart, guard that shit with your life cause already been through enough pain
Fuck it, tell 'em I'm next, ain't nobody else left, I'm the only one doing the right thing
Can't nobody compete how we fuck up the streets, ain't nobody clique fucking with my gang
And they know that it's Prophet, it's no need for me to be begging for them to know my name
I done seen niggas die, I seen niggas get killed everyday that shit replay in my brain

[Verse 2]
Shit left me with trauma, shit left a hole in my heart, I put that on my momma
When you make it, they hate it, so when I come back to the hood imma move like Obama
Talking bulletproof track hawks, anyone looking suspicious gone die like Osama
I done found me a way to the bag while these fuck niggas wanted to sit around and ponder
Cause I need me a Wraith with the stars, I couldn't see me in no motherfucking Honda
Give me time with this rap shit, one day I'm gon' be on top of the whole fucking genre
Bitch I'm on fire, feel like a monster, hot like a motherfucking sauna
It ain't up for discussion, we taking his life if he diss he ain't seeing no doctor
Wait damn, that's enough with the shooting and drama
I just wanna get money and rock a few shows, they tryna book me in Nevada
And I'm rocking the new Gucci gear with the Prada's
I like to mix my designers
And I'm sonning you niggas like Prophet the father
I got the sauce like it's pasta
Yea wait and I pull up with Haitians and rastas
And them niggas you scared of I call 'em my partners
They gon' pull up if it's problems
Natm the Stamp I'm raw like no condom
They like someone need to sign him
I'm at the top, they told me to get 'em like Meek, I said nigga I got 'em

[Outro]
Woah woah
Hold up, hold up
Streets nigga
Yeah, eyy
Woah
What these niggas talking 'bout nigga?
On the gang nigga, on the gang
Bitch ass niggas