Prosper

Ha, I'm a Manhattan guy Bullet rise straight up like good posture For my brother, a virgin piña colada Could I bother you for a life or is 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 Bob Barkers No big radio hits, but shit, you riding in your car bonkers And that's the God's honest truth Hit the booth, switch up Clark's garments Throw on that cape and amaze whoever out here barr conscious All fathers in prayer save this Joell cat Used to sell crack, tryna dodge charges like the Hellcat Who felt that? 'Cause I did, my eyelids open I seen too many close My old circle stuck in the can like they SpaghettiOs Where I'm from it's Xs and Os since we was embryos So even when we win the 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 nigga 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 Ls 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 Q-Bert We old 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 decide to pipe her Eating pussy, laying on my stomach like a sniper Haha, prosper Eating pussy, laying on my stomach like a sniper