Curtains open Sunday service used to sit in the back
If mama ever caught me joking, talkin' shit
I'd get slapped
Used to read Junie B. Jones, look at what I was told
Thinking something was wrong but this is bigger than that
And yea my grandma used to work at Farmer Jacks
Pushed a old durango, me and my brother at 7 years old
Took us out in the cold, played us hard knock by hov
And then we never even saw her after that
Yea that's a wrap
Nigga the prophecy is just as the prophecy goes
And if hes given you much then he requires the most
And I'm the prodigal but I'm as far as prodigy goes
This that astronomy, I'm sitting 35 degrees north
You couldn't match me if you had like 35 of me cloned
I'm sitting high in this throne
Nigga you gotta be jokes, nigga you gotta be toast
Nigga you try to get close and I see dead people
You niggas gotta be ghosts
(Yeah!)
Plymouth was the place I went to school shit
Pulled up in the yellow and the motherfuckin' blue shit
Mama pushed the old thang mixed with some new shit
Talking bout the old doors flipped on a new whip
(Yeah!)
Always had a crush on a bitch I went to school with
Always had some feelings I was never really cool with
Always tried to tell 'em they would never really do shit
Meet me after school then, niggas gotta prove shit
Nobody
Nobody knew I was hurting, nobody knew I had purpose
Nobody knew I was worth it, young ignorant me
Man, I swear that I too had to learn it
See I had to look at the sermons then look at the servant
Stop looking at scars when the proofs in my earnings
Yea, and Jesus never really gives you more than you can take
Then the prophecy shoots from the surface!
And in the back of the lacka my niggas wrap up and pack ya
Man, I'm just Sylvia Plath duct-taped and trapped in a rapper
Mixed up with half an assassin so I might actually clap ya
I wasn't gifted with virtue but I ain't lackin' the passion
Living faster and madder chasing masters and matter
I was born with my greatness dawg I just hadn't adapted
And I'm always on a roll but never actually acting
I been a asshole since I was just a brown skinned bastard
Damn, you gotta hear Jesus walk on this song
Touch my anointing, do my prophet no harm
Yea, you gotta see the fly shit that I'm on
Man, I walk like the water beneath me is warm
Sunday service, man I knew I was a prophet
If I had really listened, would've knew it was gon cost me
Now I travel all around the world tryna give em all the pearls
And I never even do it for the profit, nigga!
