Prophet

[Intro]
(808 got the sound nigga)
Fifty
Aye
(Eskimo)
Walking around with thigh pads in my pocket nigga
Yeah
(Aye Juvee)

[Chorus]
Yeah
You know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the [?]
My young nigga on the block, they door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it, then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me, I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock, no sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch, that shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some niggas in LA banging like Bompton

[Verse]
I'm smoking California when I'm in Compton
I'm counting rackaids yeah I count that shit often
Just put a ten on my hand but they ain't gon off me
I'm in [?] so that shit finna cost me
They tryna catch me but you know they lost me
Man everyday I got them racks in my pocket
I'm rich slime you know we making deposits
Got a automatic stick it's ducked in my closet
I'm plugged in I got the plugs to the socket
I'm paranoid cuz I know that they watching
My ice hitting, man it's fighting like boxing
I'm hitting with the stick you know that shit knocking
Got key stick on me I know that they plotting
Got double down sticks on me, I'm in the penthouse
Niggas want smoke, I'm finna see what that shit about
I'm going over, I got them shooters from down south
Two shooters and they taking your trap house
Got two shooters they run in your trap house
Young niggas man they guarding your stash house
Breakdown finna show you what trapping about
My grandma asking me, man what's all that traffic about
I feel like point guard, I'm passing them straps out
Keep 5-7's but I'm toting them blackouts
13 I was bringing that Mac out
Alotta pistols and they all from my trap house

[Chorus]
Yeah
You know I'm outta pocket
Everyday I got the racks in my pocket
Plugged in, I got the plugs in the socket
In the streets man they treat me like a prophet
My shit crank you know I got the [?]
My young nigga on the block, they door locking
That stick hit him, hit his ass outta sight
I see it, I like it, then you know I'm gon cop it
Like I live in Houston I got the rocket
Them thigh pads on me, I got the racks in my pocket
Man everyday you know I keep pocket rockets
I'm sipping on that Wock, no sipping on hypnotics
That choppa got a switch, that shit like hydraulics
Chains around me I feel like a convict
I got some niggas in LA banging like Bompton