Prophit's So Gone Challenge/LYRICS:
Wake niggas up like a cup of Foldger's, ya luck is over/
My city full of lil puppet soldiers, they clutching toasters/
Like fuck a holster, my blood is colder can't trust a soul bruh/…
been a minute since i rocked you bro, but i see you ain stop…
Dope as fuck! Would be dope if you could get back to me! Alr…