From the Album 'A New Hi'

7. Got A Problem Feat. Cane Hancho

Lyrics

Yeah
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
Hit the gas
Call up Proph, tell him I got a problem
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Yeah
Prophet

Yeah, call up Proph
I got a problem
Hit the gas
You thought you was safe
Copped a six like a Wraith
Cut Clarity house on the lake
Quattro Cinco
Who I'mma bake
Dead Ops like who I'mma take
All that chatting
I knew they was fake
It's my party
I cannot be late

It's my party
I get high if I want to
Solo, dolo do the crime if I want to
Six-fifty get around if I want to
Fuck your bitch
And that's cause I want to
What the fuck be wrong with these niggas
Conversations don't belong with these niggas
Find myself in the wrong with these niggas
Don't get along with these niggas

Call up Proph
Yeah
Bake, bake, silence, silence
Hey, gang, gang, gang
Wait, wait
Hold up, hold up
Fake ass, cutting off these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold but its fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas

Cane
No I am never no fake
Cut to the cheese, cut the cake
Fuck the river, fuck the lake
Get the Benjis, fuck the Jakes
Cut the cheese, cut the cake
Get the hoes, get the face
Get the bullet, get the name
Prophet, Cane

She wanna make that scene
Tell me why she wanna take that lean
I'm in the jets right now with the fiends
No rice, she wanna pop that bean
Damn, tell me what you wanna do
Why, I'm really in the mood
Damn, just to hit somethin' too
Strict 9 BMA, got y'all confused
Damn, got new AR
In the CAR, leave you in the ER
Shit get hard, I'ma flee out to DR
Might go to PR, lit like a cigar
Whoa, tryna keep it on the low
No fried, I'ma get that dough
Money fast, but the za burn slow
Holidays, only time you hear hoes
Whoa, cutting off with these fake ass niggas
Come through with the jake ass niggas
No gold, but it's fake ass niggas
We don't get along with these snake ass niggas

A New Hi

Got A Problem

Got A Problem Feat. Cane Hancho

Some artists walk, some run—but Prophiavelli has always been in freefall, diving headfirst into the unknown, only to soar HIGHA with every drop. Once known as Prophecy, he built a legacy on sharp lyricism, hypnotic hooks, and an unmistakable voice. Though his official alias is now Prophiavelli, names like Yung Hermetic and The Son of Elohim still echo in the streets—reminders that reinvention isn’t about leaving the past behind, but carrying it forward with greater force.

As 2025 unfolds, Proph continues to expand his sound into new dimensions. His 2023 album LLAAA INNFLUUENCIIA became a fan favorite, a testament to his relentless precision and evolution. Then, just before the clock reset into the new year, he gifted the world A New Hi on November 29, 2024—his most fluid and sonically advanced project yet. Elevating his artistry without losing the raw essence that sets him apart, every track is a step forward, yet every word still feels like home.

Born in Nyack, the heart of Rockland County, New York, Prophiavelli represents a lineage deeply rooted in Hip-Hop but rare in today’s era—a Dominican and Puerto Rican presence thriving in a space where few like him exist. While most Hispanic artists dominate Spanish-speaking markets, Prophiavelli is breaking the mold, proving there’s another path—one that only the rarest can walk. Forged by the poetic depth of Nas, the resilience of 50 Cent, the untamed energy of DMX, and the surgical precision of Eminem, he carved his own voice into the culture—until it became undeniable. Since the release of his last album, his YouTube channel has surged, proving that with every drop, his presence only grows stronger. His movement isn’t just expanding—it’s solidifying.

A New Hi marks more than just another chapter in this saga—it’s the moment the world unknowingly witnessed a legend stepping into his throne.*

“Prophiavelli isn’t following the wave. He’s controlling the tide.”

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