Prometheus [pinkgrillz]

Lyrics:

Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap, we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo, run up, I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo, how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah, I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar, it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black, I'm cuttin' up, woulda thought you seen a ghost

Woah
Im tryna rage at the show
Yeah, used to sell gas for the low
I was fourteen, started trappin', I put it on bro
Had to swear on the code
I swear to God my heart is cold
Hot head, put that shit to the side
'Cause I got a heavy load
Mama
Your son walk with the gunners
Hey, Choppa bullet hit that boy
Turn the whole squad to a runner
You can't pop a medkit once this bullet hit your brains
She know I get chicken, I'm not talking raisin' canes

Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap, we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo, run up, I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo, how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah, I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar, it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black, I'm cuttin' up, woulda thought you seen a ghost

Cracked out, Ninja
Nigga I'm
Cracked out Ninja
I could make your girl tap out, nigga
Toolie lash out, nigga
She want me cause I got figures
Uncle Ruckus, I hate niggas
You know me, 'Imma go get to that guap
You know me, I got that shit right on lock
Woah, boy, just pass me the rock
Oh, boy, he tryna talk
We finna blow his top off
My Spyda gon' pop off
Imma just walk off
Hey, imma just walk off

Well what about that
Niggas not talkin' 'bout nothin' but that cap, we knew that
Woah
Feelin' like Ichigo, run up, I'm rippin' his soul
I feel like Christiano Ronaldo, how I score the goals
Got too many flows
Yeah, I'm doing these niggas like Joel Emiid in the post
My Choppa like sugar, it's finna turn you right to cinnamon toast
Matte black, I'm cuttin' up, woulda thought you seen a ghost

What About (yxhance)

Molly (crow)

Lyrics:

God d***, shawty bad as f***
Bag her, now they mad as f***
Had to run up, now they sad as f***
Chopper get to clappin’ ‘til the flag is up  
And shout out my n**** young Mello  
Put in that work when they cut out the lights  
We was training to ball like LaMelo  
Got a game plan  
Pop out in that Marni looking like a cave man  
Whole team eating good, never break bread  
I can’t give a f*** what they think, man  
Only thing on my mind is that pape, man  
Smoke gas, that s*** clearin’ out the brain, man  
Melodies take away all the pain, man  
Tryna’ get my momma right with a payment  
Run up on me, little n**** imma swing that 

Switch Flows  
I got my wrist froze  
I keep your b**** close  
I got that fit on  
Throw up that big four  
I’m rockin’ Rick O  
My comp gon’ s*** on  
I done run it faster  
Cop her Marni now she callin’ me her master  
Smoke gas, kick back like a Rasta  
She said lil’ Marcus you a rockstar  
Hey, rock out like guitar  
What, I’m bout to go far  
I get in my thoughts  
No, I cannot stop  
I got so much pressure  
I’ve been thinkin’ bout’ a lot  
Lot up on my mind  
I said I got so much pressure  
I’ve been lost, I’m tryna’ find  

God d***, shawty bad as f***  
Bag her, now they mad as f***  
Had to run up, now they sad as f***  
Chopper get to clappin’ ‘til the flag is up  
And shout out my n**** young Mello  
Put in that work when they cut out the lights  
We was training to ball like LaMelo  
Got a game plan
Pop out in that Marni looking like a cave man  
Whole team eating good, never break bread  
I can’t give a f*** what they think, man  
Only thing on my mind is that pape, man  
Smoke gas, that s*** clearin’ out the brain, man  
Melodies take away all the pain, man  
Tryna’ get my momma right with a payment  
Run up on me, little n**** imma swing that

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