Album includes features from J Soulja, T.F and Mkada.
Production by Arza, NSD, Dame Tha Producer, scorpio prodz, Charlie Mumbles, Anmtdi, Lucky Genius and Richiie.
Prophecy2 is the 15th album installment by Y2.
Deity Society 2020.

Prophecy2

A Society Of Deities - Prod by Dame & Scorpio

RIP & Hennessy - Prod by Dame

Nightmare on yo street
God wita goatee
Ridin' round wit the Ray nigga we gon' see
Hand over those keys
Actin' accordingly
Thor wita hammer approach Loki
Ese know the play nigga La Rasa outside wit it loaded
Huh
Enuf wit the Three Six lines I am more beast
Boy keep that in mind
This a Keith Sweat heat check blaaoow
Change ya face now it's morphing
Aaron Halls out singing the lungs out
These niggas is all fucked Orgies
Been in this John long enough
To permanently thermal ya short sleeve
It's smart car next driving Dorky
Like fuck is the door key?
When Quarantine is over I'm still in mine
Like the bloodline Vorhees
Impatient this Porsche a different interpretation of hold ya horses
You sound like a fed imma hole it over ya fuckin head like a dolphin
Born bred for life
What is the lord implying?
I'm a glorified Giant wita certified bloodline
Only birth defect is I'm so fuckin' godly
War is hereditary bunch of up to no Goodfellas
What the fuck's a felony?
No I.D riding around like bombs over your bitch
A peace sign wita peace and a beam on it
Shot 15 just as clean look what the boy done did
It works for me I put in work nigga Andale
Only Kings wear crowns but the Gods are over ya head
Shu Shu Shu Shu Shu
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Shu
We don't need Top Golf to get cha Tee knocked off
I can drop a 8 and one hook and still be considered Top 4
That four sweep I sleep wit the stick thats what the mop for
So wadaya say beanie down my face no more locked doors
Bitch I have been dying to taste it
Memoirs of a geisha
This not what choo thinking
You haunted by Jason
Don't write shit like Masons
I'm start to think that I'm probably mutated
That's up for debate
I am nothing to play with
Like imaginary friends that ain't the scary part
I am Tyson in the 90's eat head and heart
This ain't no warning shot I am just all you got
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Prophecy
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Ruler
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Ruler
Really nigga this ain't what choo want
Shu
Shu Shu Shu
I'm all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
That's all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
I'm all you got?
Shu Shu Shu
Shu
God

Shu Shu Shu - prod by scorpio prodz

(Y2: Verse)
Last night went down
No one talking money then I'm nowhere to be found
Nigga skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr
Nigga skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr skr
I keep one in the canon like a pirate lil nigga
Codes I ain't neva seen a trill one switch up
Soon as you gettin it that's when piglets throw the snitches at cha
You hope them drugs do me in nigga keep wishing
I'm on a Sci-Fi hieroglyphic time difference
You sell ya soul for these hoes youza hoe nigga
Bitch imma chief sipping Tea
On my P's anesthesia
Wit my G's 7th letter
Some are B's some are C's
I'm on deez niggas heads
OG said don't go fed
Get that bread one in hand Mega Man Gra-ta-ta
Don't just stand there waiting on a hand out nigga
I got 99 problems I am 99 Ether
I set it off Queen LaTifah
Just being quite frank Aretha
Bus it Jada you might get the bag
Stick in that Pinkett it's real if you ink it
All of you rats got a cold day in hell
All of my tats got a story to tell
Shit on deez niggas I feel like Odell
Dots on yo dog I'm Cruella de Vil
Gra-ta-ta-ta
Colors I see Red
Colors Money all Blue and Green
Colors I see Red
Colors Money all Blue and Green
Colors I see Red
Colors Money all Blue and Green
Colors I see Red
Colors Money all Blue and Green
Colors keep Blue Steel
Colors all Gold in my grill
Colors Red blood stains on bills
Colors White cocaine on plates
Colors Orange shirts from County
Colors Brown liquor drowning
Colors I see Red
Colors Money all Blue and Green

(J Soulja: Verse)
I'm seeing Red Fuck what choo read
Fuck what choo heard fuck what they said
I'm at they neck fuck up they breath
I want the Blues I don't want less
Hoe I want sex open them legs
Show me that Pink I put in the head
Black on my gun it's one in the head
Green in my lungs the shit is my meds
Yuh
Gotta Yella bitch she a Black Queen
I gotta White bitch wanna be the same thing
I got Blood brother hangin wit my cousin dem
I don't bang but my family on the same team
Like Crimson I'm Tide of deez hoe ass niggas
I multiply fans everywhere my show at nigga
I want the bread I can't hang where they loaf at nigga
I got my nuts on hang know my gonads bigger
You betta go ask niggas I got the glow on me
Fuck De La Hoya boy I got the Gold on me
You can't box a nigga in bitch I'm rope-a-dope
Purple dro got me chillin wit the Holy Ghost
Blue dream when I tote make a nigga float
Imma grind til my donuts fuck a Holy Mo
Earn my stripes Black and White cuz I want it mo'
Blue and Green for the booking if you want the show
Nigga
(Chorus)
(T.F: Verse)
I see Black thru these bunk shades
I see Blue thru these bandanas
I just blew thru some bandanas
On some Dolce Gabandanas
Look
I see packs of the Purp
I see packs of the Blue and the Green
I see packs of the Yea
That shit Whiter than 12
I see fire Red I spit hell flames I inspire the dead
I see candle light after candle light
I see Black on Black yeah
But I still feel like Rocket in Colors
At the county I rep that
So keep thinking I left that
And that's where you get left at
Look
Yeah my strolie got Blue face
Yeah my handreds got Blue strips
Used to hang pics wit toothpaste
Yeah my Ruger got Blue tips
I see pussy Pink when I see you niggas
Yeah you niggas got loose lips
Yea don't be a menace if you really bitches
Yeah you actin like Toothpick
It's the prophecy
Aye
All I'm seeing big facts
All I'm seeing is Red flags
How ya'll supposed to be troopers it's big cap
All I'm seeing is Gold plated
That mean you ain't solid nigga
No
Yeah I'm Skanless like Gold Daytons and 40 oz bottles nigga
Whoa
Yeah I'm still on my campaign
My leather match champagne
When it come to the Black and Whites I'm like Stevie Wonder
Yeah I ain't seen a damn thang
It's a damn shame what I spent on these Cartiers
And deez bitches the plain frames
It's a damn shame what I spent on this bling bling
Yeah this shit came wit K flames
Killa

Colors ft. J Soulja, T.F - prod by NSD & Anmtdi

Baby
No one's gonna love you like yourself
Don't need validation from no one
No one's gonna love you like yourself
No one's gonna love you like you
Don't get cold feet
Let your soul speak
Tell your mind this
I am not weak
Love is loud and clear
Soon as your smile outshines your fears
Rather fall in love then never have fallen
You're all you need
Baby
No one's gonna love you like yourself
Don't need validation from no one
No one's gonna love you like yourself
No one's gonna love you like you
Don't get cold feet
Let your soul speak
Tell your mind this
I am not weak
Don't let your mind kill your dreams
That tree tall starts with a seeds
Rather fall in love then never have fallen
You're all you need
Get out your head sometimes
Don't let it rule your heart
You make the best moves when you're in pain
Don't make it make you
Make a way
You're still my
Baby
No one's gonna love you like yourself
Don't need validation from no one
No one's gonna love you like yourself

Like You - prod by Arza

I don't know who needs to hear this
You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

(Y2: Verse)
I gotta bone to pick witchoo
Too busy so the shit just slipped my mind
I can't control these things
How many hoes you bringing?
How many niggas you wit?
How many yo niggas bringing niggas?
They prolly got some enemies up in here
But choo ain't thinking' that far ahead or ahead of time
Don't need to be watching my back nigga just pick a better time
How you don't know I'm prolly wit some bitches that we both hit
The last code I ever broke was the one to the safe
Lucky deez niggas wit me is wide awake
I could feel yo energy before you had some shit to say
Felt that shit from miles away
That's why my dreaded nigga had to light a fucking sage
Type of nigga muggin bitches when the hoes round
Nigga sit down chill out we ain't on that
Can't even leave a fuckin' stack around
I should know dat
Must stash it like Borat
Soulja whatchoo call that?

(J Soulja: Verse)
I been noticing
Niggas claiming my circle but don’t roll wit me
I see the hoe in you
I’m the holy me
God body take notes hoe you know dis me
I turned poor into poetry
Hallelujah I’m the one that walk on water
Not a stain on me
They out here tryna make it rain
But watch me reign on you
Baby know me as a ruler
Gave her inches when I meter
All these haters on my dick
It was hard from me the seat her
I'm one to make it shake
Like seizure
And I’m cold on a bitch might freeze ya
I can’t really vibe wit you guys
When I try
It’s line that divides
You and I on top like a dot on a i
Fuck wit mine might result with a dot on ya eye
Real shit all I do is plot guap to the sky
If I fall I’ma land on the sky lil nigga

You fuckin' up the vibe do not come near me
Don't blow the high we on the ceiling
No peace of mind mo' company for misery
Baby you need to try some Humdelelelelelelelelele
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You not the vibe you not the vibe You not the vibe you not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
You wanted all this smoke around all these hoes around
And you are not the vibe
Nigga I don't even like the way sage smells
Energy vampire nigga stay in hell
Week and a half ass nigga this is day 12
Fuck is you mad should be mad at cha damn self

Humdelelele ft. J Soulja - prod by NSD & Charlie Mumbles

You've got your ways
And I've got my ways guess that makes us even
You got your say
And I've got my safe place when I need it
Dat nigga ain't
That's not up for debating
I just sound like a hater my alpha too proud to say it
Met choo out dating but that out dated my meta data
Move to the beat of your own drum algorithms don't make us
Name yo aesthetics I'm not big headed for fashion labels
We C both sides of things that Chanel 5 yo flavor
I'm Gucci bout everything I'm 2 G for my neighbors
That goes Beyond saying things
Shit I just want choo catered catered catered catered catered
Just don't forget when you was down and who was there for you
Deez niggas just keep fuckin' witch head girl
Do the most that's what they supposed to what they there for
Them niggas all come back
You keep it true then you got nothing to be scared of
Know you tired of looking round so keep yo head up
Next one try to drop one on you that's a dead one
Nigga they all come back
It's never been days you ain't on my mind it's no days off
It's hard for me optimistic stay
Still pin pointing my mistakes
Let's try again
Cuz I don't mind fallin'
Shit I'm just tryna fall in
Guess I'll just try again
My persistence and yo resistance
Maybe there's something I'm missing
I'm feeling a way and you fading away
Shit ain't meant to be tangled stop listening to Jada
Don't keep shit in the dark that's how things keep getting stranger
And don't nobody like always being advised
And don't take my advice
Just don't show up surprised
If they show up and it's Shu Shu Shu
I don't fuck wit half deez niggas anyway
They gon' show up for mine and what's mine any day
Shu shu shu shu shu
That's what happens when you think you ain't got no enemies
Drama
The drama
Drama
The drama drama drama

Don't Take My Advice - prod by NSD

Wasn't nervous I was peaking feel like Dante
Bitches always got a reason I was skeamin' on em all day
Told my Yella hold the can for me then popped a Yerba Matte
I was parked whip zip lit up chest like Tony Starks mane
Oo
Still on they head like shampoo
Muddy no bottles in booth
Ain't on my level why stoop
Fuck her then share her like Swoops
Two can games peep the coupe
That ain't no drip that's a Droop
Huh bitch what's that shit you just said?
Still on my dick ain't choo done yet?
That broke shit goin' in one ear
Pay me or I think we done here
Pull up in Scorpion come here
Choppa Kitana who want it?
Hit wit that tha-tha-tha-thrukin
Hammer didn't come wit no tool kit
Stay in that pussy like douches
Beat it then throw her the deuces
Momma
On my momma
On my momma
On my momma
Momma
On my momma
On my momma
On my momma
Kitana Kitana Kitana Kitana
Kitana Kitana Kitana Tana
Fuck is you telling me I know you smelling me
Dior sprayed on my pajamas
Royal like Heinous every time I ride
At least one queen on me thick as Taja
You are no Jadebug why is you bugging
Unless you go down like La Bamba
You should admire me I'm the new Marshall in town
Like Amari a monster
And Ami
Edamame
I'm goin' dummy
Like Ricky Bobby
Who's ya daddy?
I'm in ya belly
Rowland like Kelly
On yo head Sally's
Boy I got all the hoes
Check all of those
Portfolios
Cornholios
I'm in my fuckin' bag
Like dipping' Doritos
I'm still that nigga tho
Fuck did you think it was?
Nigga
Jumping out the gym think I reincarnated Vince
Whippin dat new bitch out wit her tits out in advance
Kick my feet up in that box still got Thai's when I land
Ask so fuckin' brand new really can't remember them
Don't count these by ones just hunnids, 50's, 20's, 10's
Driver do it for me FaceTime look momma no hands
I stay rocking coats cuz I was always in the Trench
I make shit look easy make it hard for you to win
Only 6 figures and up bitch make that shit make sense
Don't call me next year talk to my secretary then
I wake up to money I got tired of making friends
Luka drop that's 8 off top or it's off witcha head
Momma
On my momma
On my momma
On my momma
Momma
On my momma
On my momma
On my momma
Kitana Kitana Kitana Kitana
Kitana Kitana Kitana Tana

Kitana - prod by NSD & Anmtdi

No need for gun fire
Bitch I'm fire
Another rhyme and somebody dies
It's becoming so Common I ain't from the Chi
So cut to the chase get cho body botched
Slaughter yo house I am knife to your tummy tuck
Up to something attic on average I'm still Master class
You deez new niggas signing up
Just face it choo facing a God
It's unfortunate situation you basic bitch
Calm it down
Bitch I am the new breath of Texas
I'm Ali express and Muhammad in every round
Somebody tell Nas I'm Skillmatic
Might need him on that shit
No accidental murder now
Lil feeling' I'm Rap and reborn
Gotta fill in like taxes
That Top Ten is coming down
Aside from this
God's new prophet it's obviously
Napalm strong this a re-flex
Y'all shoulda been warned
Jason Re-Bourne ain't that about a b-itch
No match for God I'm famous for my flame and horns
Got Damion?
Goddamn God Bless Godzilla
I'm clip ready tip still don't smoke no cigar
I'm Muay Thai'd than kicks man hit man 99 my nigga
I am LeBron Leonidas with Bronchitis
Coughing on 55 students wit lice
Wita smile on my face
I'm nice and I'm Class-sick
You are Pop Warner I am Botswana hot
Pop and swatting mosquitoes blocking the sun
Top spot I am Spock
You are not Star on a Trek
Back wita stroke, boat, tackle box and black n mild
Bop Thot wita furry box Chewbacca
Jersey raised told my Bay I'm onne
Turn on tha Cam-Den stay on phone like we don't know life matters
Pat-ER-son
Back wit that Newark
Prince on Ten but a King on nine nine
Nine nine nine nine nine nine
Oh that's yo boo?
Ask her
You don't want No Parts wit me like spelling Strap On backwards
I am Return Of The Dragon with nuts hanging
Like the back of Ford F-150 trucks
Wita Dallas Cowboys bumper sticker
Whata nigga whataburger what if murder was the case?
What a day to be alive wita bopper beside me
Sucking dick while I drive by bible studies screaming I Am God
I am flattered dark matter sharks scatter
Back tatted listening to "they smiling in yo face"
Back stabbers Psychedeli-li-li-li-li
Die when I drop I am off the head top of the rope
This is Sprite and some dope
I ignited somebody's new phobia
Man where yo goalie at?
I am Mongolian Poleon
Dynamite got a light?
Got it right Satellite
Sounds bout right
That's a knife appetite satisfied
Jack and Mike Tyson fights
That's a bite black ya eye
Where da ice?
Televised tell em I said this "Die"
Prophecy probably Goblin bobbling bobble heads
Y'all are dead Andale Mandalay
Momma say Mamba Mentality actually
Kobe not dead he got tats on his head he look just like me
Silently signs of me I can be
I can see where this go violently finally
9 million 9 hundred 99 thousand and 99 senses
You're witnessing hypnosis

Prophecy2 - prod by Arza

Told her it's lit huh fling
Go get a zip huh cream
Bitch ain't trick huh Zeem
Smell it through zip lock damn
Bitch I am clean tss tss
Momma ain't raise no bitch
Tryna get the thirst trap did ya?
Bitch just wanted me to hit her with
Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod
Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod
Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod Dat rod
Imma whip this bitch ain't roll the dice until my eyes are closed
Bitch can't hit me wit that shit I know scamma when I see one
Money in dem big ass titties Tia Tamara
Lil bitch from London she said I keep wetta
This shit got me slizzy said can you keep my head up

That purp got me hazy feel a lil lazy I mixed my days wit nights
She want my baby imma have to scrape it
Cookin wit the K's and 9's
Ain' t no guardian of the galaxy
We gon' have to just do with this wraith for now
Ridin' round wit my favorite gun and my day one bitch
Don't get sprayed like cologne
I don't even like to stay for long dip back to the chips
Give a fuck whatchoo got on
She ain't gotta be no team player just keep it playa
Or the bitch get the high road
Need the work get the Wayan like Damon
You ain't moving whatchoo sayin' what coo sayin'
Keep playing imma make a new arrangement
Get to it we don't speak the same language
Gotta asian lil bitch like mingling
Betta cuff ya hoe up nigga clink clink
Or end up wita dot on his head like a Indian
If niggas start poppin' out the Cherokee
Run it back boy I'm cool on yo thot she a regular
A lil degular sending long text on a cellular
Who?
Oh that's me
Just dropped a classic nigga still O-D

Dat Rod - prod by Richiie

Oops
I think I did it again
Ballin' like Brittney in here
Harder than Penny and dem
My bitch is really a ten
Skk Skk get rid of ya man
Bend ova do dat again
Take that like Diddy be sayin'
I'm in it til the sun light get in
I put it on ya tongue like Megan
Crash in ya walls like a dead man
Tryna deep throat til it's dead end
She about to lose her religion
We gon' put them panties out of bidness
Bout to knock her boots off Timbaland
Drop it like you wanna be a millionaire
She a super duper freak I feel like Rickie James James
Only thing I let get to my head is yo bitch face
We just tryna catch a couple bodies not a case
All this Puma runnin' round me girl what is Usain
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Where ya boyfriend?
Go both ways where ya girlfriend?
We gon' have to leave a lil early
Slice a lil cake for ya birthday
I heard a nigga sick allergy
Her ass in my hands like All State
Bring all the hoes home nigga they all safe
Keep a lil diamond like a home plate
Lil head on the way not a long date
Chop her right after that dance
She got dat wap like goddamn
Tell yo doctor let's shake hands
She said organic don't panic
I need that Tour like De France
I see that thump from the front
This bitch gon' give me Goosebumps
I said it once
She a super duper freak I feel like Rickie James James
Only thing I let get to my head is yo bitch face
We just tryna catch a couple bodies not a case
All this Puma runnin' round me girl what is Usain
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup
Show me wasup show me wasup

Puma - prod by scorpio prodz

Parking the drop I hop out with the whop and knot
Lil boppa gon' slob on the top
She gon' need Jesus I pass her to Feezy
That's gloss on her lips but that's not why they greasy
See what that head do I fucked up her hairdo
She just got a bob and I'm out with the Mob
Lookin tonight I'm yo stylist again
When I cut cho lil rug and I split that's The End
Think you gon' fuck and get dollaz from me
Want some gators bitch go kick a rock in some Crocs
Attitude pissy bitch
Don't make me go get a Rnb singer to piss on yo top
Feel like the shit like I'm Odell
I tell that bitch oh well you ain't gettin no key to no suite
Especially if that is like Oh Hell Naw bitch
Betta stop using teeth if you slobber' on me
Do not disturb if I'm out wit ya girl nigga pull up on me
Imma hop out like "word"
Don't even need it that shit was convenient
Got way more in store and your bitch is a 4
5 if I'm tipsy the fuck gotten into me
Under a 6 you gotta sleep on the floor
Right where I got her got top in the morning
Woke up and said can you go get me some water
Say no to vodka that's too many boppers
Got too many choppaz that's too many problems
I don't think this bitch Yugoslavia
Mumbling something' she do it the sloppiest
All in my DM like where is the party
All she wanna know is who picking me up
I gotta bean for the one in the pink I told DJ E Feezy
We skeamin' or what

Lil momma
Lil momma
Lil momma
Lil momma
Lil momma
Stop playin this yo song
Stop playin this yo song
Stop playin this yo song
Stop playin this yo song

We not in love we just out in the club
I can't tell you the time but it's time for a nut
You right on time I can tell where yo mind at
You wanna be down I got Brandy and cups
Look here lil momma if I call you Lamonica
Just put my thermometer all on yo tongue
If you smell like watermelon or water I won't leave you dripping
I'll give you lil sum
You gotta theme song and I gotta be home
If I'm on a bean imma bust and then reload
Long as you ain't on no stalker shit I prolly call you again
Shit only G-o-d know
You know she gotta good head on her shoulders
If she start looking round and say "you seen my hair tie?"
Girl you just one of dem ones
Where you say you was from
Imma need that again and I can't lie

Lil Freak - prod by Dame Tha Producer

Shu Shu Shu
I'm so high and I just told the airplane what you lookin at
That's 300 for the lunch and bitch said where we eating at?
Without tryin' I can have another hair bow in my lap
I'm a giant Leonidas I got arrows in my back
I die on the shield I know my demon coming back
Quarantine I told my mom and Kina we gon' keep a strap
Had to do it Ratatouille becuz he look like a rat
Pocket fed up pop propellers went T Challa wit this Black
Pantalones grab cajones issa complicated trap
I was Randy Savage calisthenics jumped up with dem racks
Billy know it's overdue we had to charge them niggas tax
Who you telling' story teller you can tell just by my tats
Fuck that cooperate shit I bust out that tuxedo wit that Mac
Look how I walk around
I'm going fourth and down
Look a lil dorky now
Smart car dorky now
We goin' horsey now
2 K's like Karl Kani
Ball like a Monk around
Fuck is you talkin' bout
Z-z-z cut it out
Pull up like stalker now
Muddy cup crocodile
Look what the Lord just found
Say your last goodbyes
Say your last goodbye
Say your last goodbyes nigga
Nobody this high
Nobody this high
Nobody this high nigga
I die on this shield I know my demon coming back
No one playing me I'm bout to turn that 6 to 7 bitch
We ain't got no conversation if that money ain't legit
Das a slap in face bitch I should slap you bitches wit my dick
Charge anotha 100k to take the conference call I'm lit
Fuck em hole in head like Trucker bucket I just triple six
Mob wit villains tropic ceiling chandeliers on crystal clear
Win wit Dexter no forensics let's just kill deez niggas quick
It was chilly out we really out chea mobbin' wit the shit
Look how I walk around
I'm going fourth and down
Look a lil dorky now
Smart car dorky now
We goin' horsey now
2 K's like Karl Kani
Ball like a Monk around
Fuck is you talkin' bout
Z-z-z cut it out
Pull up like stalker now
Muddy cup crocodile
Look what the Lord just found
Say your last goodbyes
Say your last goodbyes
Say your last goodbyes nigga
Nobody this high
Nobody this high
Nobody this high

Yeonidas - prod by NSD

I came for blood
More blood
Just yours
Just yours
Just yours
Want mine?
Come here

Off witcha top of course this off the top
Rope Dope Ali be back
Nonsense not to be fucked with
El Shaddai I've been exercising demons
I'm a monster dancing bomb tick
Think I give a fuck
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

Hardly nigga Hello
Hologram it's bout to make it obvious
Do you think I give a fuck?
Do you think I give a fuck?
Highly doubt it that's a doctor, cop and sirens problem now

If he bleeds
If he doesn't
I'm coming for blood
If he bleeds
If he doesn't
I don't give a fuck
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

I been sacrificial not the one that had the issues
Shots these warning cataclysmic
All my clones yeah that shit's history
Launch with the war heads
Time for me to go there
Y'all go need a Paul bearer
Gotta take em all there
That shit over my dead body
Anybody everybody gettin' bodied
This about to be another body daddy
I take it easy on em it still feels like easy does it
No heart on sleeve it's not me that need it
I eat the others
I'm handy dandy Danny Glover Danny Leigh'n out bodies
Buzzards top of yo husband
Prostitues on crystal meth I fuck it up
And Y2Pac apocalypse I'm right on time nigga
Rap game boat sank I am Show Boat am I lying nigga?
That's the ugly fucking truth and I'll be fine nigga
They want me and only me give a fuck who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies who dies
Who dies who dies who dies
Think I give a fuck

Coming For Blood - prod by Arza

Round look around nigga still lookin down
Look around look around nigga still lookin down
You ain't high enough
(You ain't high)
You ain't high enough
(Nigga you call that high)
You ain't said enough
(Oh that's all you got to say)
You ain't did enough
(You ain't shit)
Look
Takin my flowers now
Blaaoow
Here's comes the kicker
Karma kills hope
Not the ghost you want around
Contra contradiction don't come for my concubine
Numbers do lie not the 2 behind the Y
It's not cha life to swiping dice
A good price then it's spot cha lice
Not dandruff it's dangerous
Not as glam as a dance on ice
You in game nigga this out bound
Out town ain't laws out laws
South paw ain't right left dead
Situations is tighter than wrestlers dressing up
Jackaz gon' stalk green beams
(Green beep beep)
Diamonds on lil boy peep
(lil boy peep)
Killaz in they own mind state
(Shu shu shu shu)
Hope you niggas go the right way
Gps say drive don't wanna switch these seats
(Shu shu shu shu)
I don't wanna sleep in these sheets
(Deez sheet sheets)
Shadow of a doubt in these streets
(Gri teet teet)
I just wanna rest complete no peace
My nigga I won't feel it
I won't feel it
I don't fear killaz
I feel disrespected really
Danced with death and
Now we best friends
Resurrected
Y'all getting desperate
Live in flesh
A prophecy
Though I'm the livest one I'm the furthest from dumb and done
My nigga fyi diy
Black mirrors getting that clearer
Fall in line for your demise
My baby up to something genius
Luka cha Dončić a bunch shit advantage
I answer to ancestors
Done swimming done liquor
Soul sicker the lost children
Last visit time ticking
Talk nigga
So I figured I'll pick em up nigga
The sacrificial goat and a god
With a scar from the sword in the heart
May they all say
Round look around nigga still lookin down
Look around look around nigga still lookin down
You ain't high enough
(You ain't high)
You ain't high enough
(Nigga you call that high)
You ain't said enough
(Oh that's all you got to say)
You ain't did enough
(You ain't shit)
My nigga I won't feel it
I won't feel it
I don't fear killaz
I feel disrespected really
Danced with death and
Now we best friends
Resurrected
Y'all getting desperate
Live in flesh
A prophecy

Dat Rod - prod by Richiie

Y2

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