[Chorus]
Walking out with two bitches, I feel so sanctified
On my name I’ll die for this, you see that in my eyes
Numbers in the air, these niggas feel they gotta lie
I’m not in my mind, bitch I’m in my prime
[Verse 1]
No more free, we need payment
This is more than entertainment
How he signing deals, moving like a free agent
They gon think this shit is freemasons
Walk a thin line, niggas got wires
Shooting they movies, a gun that dont fire
Singing like Mya, you not no banga
Blanks when you aiming, censor your gangsta
Hood by Air on that lil bitch
I’ll get the chair if you intervene
Labels call they wanna fuck with me
So I weigh the white, with no triple beams
But its Gran Santo, nigga pay your tithes
Back and forth, with me myself and I
Feet on the edge, head in the sky
So used to this that I forgot to smile
[Chorus]
Walking out with two bitches, I feel so sanctified
On my name I’ll die for this, you see that in my eyes
Numbers in the air, these niggas feel they gotta lie
I’m not in my mind, bitch I’m in my prime
[Verse 2]
None what you hear, nigga half what you see
Then they hear half but these niggas see none
From the alma mater alter egos can't run
Claimed they sold zips in a zip they ain't from
Made a last supper with my leftovers
Next bitch
Said I’m the only one to bless it
Then I give her back with a chef’s kiss
Paying for the curves but
I don’t like ‘em perfect, I prefer my preference
Fronts on my smile, nigga i ain’t happy
Niggas yell skrrtt, all I see is drag queens
Mouth to the curb, they been biting the street
Just to feed all of they niggas, off niggas that can't eat
Niggas askin where the fuck is Hanz?
I dont drop singles, bitch Im Barry Bonds
I love to stay quiet while the coons talking
Im lapping these niggas while I’m moonwalking
[Outro]
Sleep with one eye if they looting
That’s why I slick rick the rubins
Fuck what a fuck nigga doing
I might lose it if I lose it
Prime was written by HANZ.
Prime was produced by Flaire (Producer).