Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
I got the bucket hat
I got the ones to match
I'm in yo' city tryna find out where dem' rappers at
Creating routes
Moving rigorous in these streets
Delivery like Uber eats
Instead it's stupid beats
At yo' front door
Guess who back
It's the realist
After story mode
I'm working on my side missions
Side quests
Complete em' all tryna become the best
Boom Bap Joey
That I could be
Yeah
Obtaining money cause this life
It ain't shit free
So precise towards anyone against me
Rolling dice everyday
Tryna beat them odds
My L's a lesson like Lavar bitch I never loss
Bitch I'll forever ball
I don't be in the mall
But I'll be in the hall
Of fame
Give it some time
You gon' know my name
Producer rapper
I ain't here to play no f*cking games
I'm going super saiyan
Putting all these boys to shame
Cause at the end of day
Just wanna have my shit heard
But it be tougher on your own wave
Don't follow herds
Is a reminder
So I manifest this shit and pray
Tryna inspire
I been disorganized since my binder back in 8th grade
Back when I first got the taper fade
Now I'm here tryna change the game
Changing disc
Repeat
Repeat broken record
All you bastards miss
I stay original
Got me rolling classic sweets
I'm tired of mumble shit
Can't stand to hear crummy beats
That's how you fumble bitch
Crash dummy in these streets
Seen big bro perceptive ways
Took a prudent route
Never told
Never fold
Till the day I'm out
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
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Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
I got the bucket hat
I got the ones to match
I'm in yo' city tryna find out where dem' rappers at
Creating routes
Moving rigorous in these streets
Delivery like Uber eats
Instead it's stupid beats
At yo' front door
Guess who back
It's the realist
After story mode
I'm working on my side missions
Side quests
Complete em' all tryna become the best
Boom Bap Joey
That I could be
Yeah
Obtaining money cause this life
It ain't shit free
So precise towards anyone against me
Rolling dice everyday
Tryna beat them odds
My L's a lesson like Lavar bitch I never loss
Bitch I'll forever ball
I don't be in the mall
But I'll be in the hall
Of fame
Give it some time
You gon' know my name
Producer rapper
I ain't here to play no f*cking games
I'm going super saiyan
Putting all these boys to shame
Cause at the end of day
Just wanna have my shit heard
But it be tougher on your own wave
Don't follow herds
Is a reminder
So I manifest this shit and pray
Tryna inspire
I been disorganized since my binder back in 8th grade
Back when I first got the taper fade
Now I'm here tryna change the game
Changing disc
Repeat
Repeat broken record
All you bastards miss
I stay original
Got me rolling classic sweets
I'm tired of mumble shit
Can't stand to hear crummy beats
That's how you fumble bitch
Crash dummy in these streets
Seen big bro perceptive ways
Took a prudent route
Never told
Never fold
Till the day I'm out
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
I got the bucket hat
I got the ones to match
I'm in yo' city tryna find out where dem' rappers at
Creating routes
Moving rigorous in these streets
Delivery like Uber eats
Instead it's stupid beats
At yo' front door
Guess who back
It's the realist
After story mode
I'm working on my side missions
Side quests
Complete em' all tryna become the best
Boom Bap Joey
That I could be
Yeah
Obtaining money cause this life
It ain't shit free
So precise towards anyone against me
Rolling dice everyday
Tryna beat them odds
My L's a lesson like Lavar bitch I never loss
Bitch I'll forever ball
I don't be in the mall
But I'll be in the hall
Of fame
Give it some time
You gon' know my name
Producer rapper
I ain't here to play no f*cking games
I'm going super saiyan
Putting all these boys to shame
Cause at the end of day
Just wanna have my shit heard
But it be tougher on your own wave
Don't follow herds
Is a reminder
So I manifest this shit and pray
Tryna inspire
I been disorganized since my binder back in 8th grade
Back when I first got the taper fade
Now I'm here tryna change the game
Changing disc
Repeat
Repeat broken record
All you bastards miss
I stay original
Got me rolling classic sweets
I'm tired of mumble shit
Can't stand to hear crummy beats
That's how you fumble bitch
Crash dummy in these streets
Seen big bro perceptive ways
Took a prudent route
Never told
Never fold
Till the day I'm out
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
That boy coming for it all
Expecting nothing less
Every season
Summer, winter, fall, even spring
I watch my six
South beach balling like the king
Guess who back
Prolific P in the flesh
Writer: Joseph Banda
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