Civic the Rapper - False Prophets Lyrics

Used to writing shit that you can't even comprehend
And now I got you shaking and twisting up all your
Confidence
And now you only different from me like every
Now and then
And I can't take a break from what I'm doing
To take the time to vent
And
Everytime I said that you were such a nice guy
And I would say I'm feeling shit and what you would say
Likewise
You call that a relationship nah that's just full of White lies
And you claim that you got your style then go ahead and bite mine
Damn

Genius with the money plan to be strong
Young
Angelo Wan
I'm a king moving pawns
In this game in this pond
Where people do what they want
And keep breathing never leaving never doing alot
So decieving everybody else believing they god
Ain't
That a
False prophet
I know that you not popping
I know that you've lost logic
It's harder to start stopping
Like rapping and not flopping
The harder shit start dropping

Like the bodies on the floor
Know you wanna talk some more
How I'm fake and how I'm poor
A legend that that's named Shakur
I been bullied into war
All the shit I can't Afford
Not rapping because I'm bored
That savage shit in my core

Damn that's the shit I need
Just to make some fucking income for me my family
And I can't even talk to you cuz when I
Try to speak
That shit be fucking mumbled
But what i say is leave
Imma
Young monster in the flesh
Why you constantly depressed
Why you claim that you're the best
When you're barely making tracks to make you guess
Why you always try to flex
Thousand dollars on his neck
That a collar of regret
You a
Bitch and yes
I been trying to impress
Thousand pounds of all this stress
Smoking flowers more to less
Just To counter the effects
Everybody is a
Mess
How the fuck am I still breathing I need
Rest

Rest assured I don't have any tho
So when I'm bleeding again ill be like glad to be home
I'm actually so
Pissed that you be bashing me go
Get a fucking perspective
Talk about passion you owe
Me a fucking percentage
Of that cash that you hold
Yo You're fucking pathetic
Get off my ass you alone
And attached to my tone
I'm not really surprised
All the things that I give you I bet you wish I would die
I just sit and I just think does bitch even have pride?
And everyone want me to live but am I even alive?
Cuz I been taking so much shit and you don't even realize
It's like I'm yelling fucking wolf but you ignoring the cries
Uh
So shut the up and please stop talking
An instrument in development you ain't see me often
Cuz uou really Irrelevant and I never be stopping
Cuz I be smoking six times more and never coughing

Fucking crash 2 years old I'm in the back
Still visualizing the glass
That started a life of trash
I'm starting to feel attacked
I started just making tracks
To make myself intact
Then slowly I grew Attached
To the
Fucking music to the ryhthm in my blood
Ignoring my fucking tracks
Told them I don't give a fuck
You gon

Appreciate all the things that I make
You gon eat up fucking everything I slap on your plate
Whether it be a fucking single or another mixtape
You probably talking more shit about me everyday
You Fuck

(She)
Looking hopeless I bet she hope no notice
Even she know I'm the coldest
A couple years drive a lotus
From some guy
But all I know is
She definitely dates for bonuses
And you know that she won't resist
She probably gon hold his kids
Damn
Is that really what you want?
To be dating another trashy 17 year old mom?
Just to be another person who's slaving a dead end job
Or another shitty rapper pretending to be a god