This one's for all those that hated
Who don't understand how we made it
Came with a plan and the pavement
We hit it hard on the pages
It Was Written for the stage
Some call it a hobby
They were mistaken
We ain't never ever had to chase it
Stayed up on our foundation
You know we kept it Prosaic
Never neglected- how we raised it
Some homies didn't make it
RIP to their greatness
Max Fisher, Toney Tones
Billy drown never made it home
I just hope they can live through me
And I put that on memories
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
Northside get no sleep
Southside don't need a peep
East side they get no sheep
West side 'til the sun speak
Ima ride 'till the tongue's deep
My queen get back when she wake up
Not a whole lot that phase us
All that's left being famous
All that's left in these pages
I wrote it all in my past life
Joseph Smith better ask Christ
I been higher than the gas price
Bring it back like a bagpipe
I'll retire with that Akright
Hit the chior just one time
In the back with the punch line
Church
Tell Iceman I need Habu Sake
Tell Dr.L I touch down
Tell all my the family it's been bound
Tell 'em cash da check
Tell 'em it don't bounce
Tell my OGs that I paid the fee
And the snakes and rats been all found
Tell dem keep 'em close as you can now
Learn to see the most of what they been about
Tell all my ghosts to move forward
Tell all these women they gorgeous
Tell IRS they could buy my debt
Tell ICE that they gon' be deported
Til' my critics-can't ignore me
Til' your grandma and dem all adore me
Ima sell the real and ima tell my story
You can tell my life been a fortune for me
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two- two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
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This one's for all those that hated
Who don't understand how we made it
Came with a plan and the pavement
We hit it hard on the pages
It Was Written for the stage
Some call it a hobby
They were mistaken
We ain't never ever had to chase it
Stayed up on our foundation
You know we kept it Prosaic
Never neglected- how we raised it
Some homies didn't make it
RIP to their greatness
Max Fisher, Toney Tones
Billy drown never made it home
I just hope they can live through me
And I put that on memories
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
Northside get no sleep
Southside don't need a peep
East side they get no sheep
West side 'til the sun speak
Ima ride 'till the tongue's deep
My queen get back when she wake up
Not a whole lot that phase us
All that's left being famous
All that's left in these pages
I wrote it all in my past life
Joseph Smith better ask Christ
I been higher than the gas price
Bring it back like a bagpipe
I'll retire with that Akright
Hit the chior just one time
In the back with the punch line
Church
Tell Iceman I need Habu Sake
Tell Dr.L I touch down
Tell all my the family it's been bound
Tell 'em cash da check
Tell 'em it don't bounce
Tell my OGs that I paid the fee
And the snakes and rats been all found
Tell dem keep 'em close as you can now
Learn to see the most of what they been about
Tell all my ghosts to move forward
Tell all these women they gorgeous
Tell IRS they could buy my debt
Tell ICE that they gon' be deported
Til' my critics-can't ignore me
Til' your grandma and dem all adore me
Ima sell the real and ima tell my story
You can tell my life been a fortune for me
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two- two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
Who don't understand how we made it
Came with a plan and the pavement
We hit it hard on the pages
It Was Written for the stage
Some call it a hobby
They were mistaken
We ain't never ever had to chase it
Stayed up on our foundation
You know we kept it Prosaic
Never neglected- how we raised it
Some homies didn't make it
RIP to their greatness
Max Fisher, Toney Tones
Billy drown never made it home
I just hope they can live through me
And I put that on memories
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
Northside get no sleep
Southside don't need a peep
East side they get no sheep
West side 'til the sun speak
Ima ride 'till the tongue's deep
My queen get back when she wake up
Not a whole lot that phase us
All that's left being famous
All that's left in these pages
I wrote it all in my past life
Joseph Smith better ask Christ
I been higher than the gas price
Bring it back like a bagpipe
I'll retire with that Akright
Hit the chior just one time
In the back with the punch line
Church
Tell Iceman I need Habu Sake
Tell Dr.L I touch down
Tell all my the family it's been bound
Tell 'em cash da check
Tell 'em it don't bounce
Tell my OGs that I paid the fee
And the snakes and rats been all found
Tell dem keep 'em close as you can now
Learn to see the most of what they been about
Tell all my ghosts to move forward
Tell all these women they gorgeous
Tell IRS they could buy my debt
Tell ICE that they gon' be deported
Til' my critics-can't ignore me
Til' your grandma and dem all adore me
Ima sell the real and ima tell my story
You can tell my life been a fortune for me
I need some more negativity
Y'all ain't been feeding my energy
I am tryina make me some enemies
Plenty please, come on up within my vicinity
Do this for all those that passed
We ain't never slowing down
Two- two feet up on the ground
Gotta kill it with the sound
Gotta kill it with the sound
You know that this is Prosaic
When we pull up in your town
Spread love never hatred
Writer: LIROY GUERRIER, LUKE ROBERT REYNOLDS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave