Prophet the Artist - Run Up on Me Lyrics

No bluffing that boy dying if I run up on em
All that dissing I just hope he got his gun up on em
We dropped a opp and spent the bin now we 1 up on em
My dawg living in the pin he got caught wit it on em
Sacrifice they was made but I got my respect
I need a way up out these streets I swear my life mess
I'm grinding till my heart stop beating and it's nothing left
I need to see my niggas eat before I lay the rest

Ay proph they hating cause you lit that's what my dawg told me
He said make you strapped up on that boulevard homie
Keep yo head up and ten toes down don't drop yo guard homie
I said don't worry i put all my faith in god homie
Them sleepless nights I stayed up thinking bout a master plan
Running to these racks I need my own no need to ask a man
I like em femine these city hoes to masculine
They heavy on the ave cause they know that's where we be trafficking yea
But we aint worried no still out on that block
Buss'n jugs soon as they pull off bro'nem looking out
We out a.m to p.m 9'oclock to 9oclock
watch the fiends go to the lollyland soon as the molly drop
50 cal gone have em bust a move make em millyrock
38 gone make em Harlem Shake or make diddy bop
We hit his head watch the shit inflate watch his noodle pop
We headed up cause ain't no other way we got the city hot
Watch lil prophet uh bring the city out
If They snatch me up today
My dawg gone come and get me out
Bail out boys they gone hold me in they can't hold me down
Watch yo back you know what goes around always comes around
I like karma she bad lil bitch
Kinda sexc too
I bought a new glock that shit clean it's time that bitch to use
I don't love that hoe she love me
She a groupie fool
Told that hoe I want ya face piece I'm just using you
You already know how I bleed like a coochie ou
The way she throw it on that dick like a fucking hoola hoop
Way I'm on balling this bitch they like ay prophet you could hoop
Ill have my dawg pull up and shoot shit like a movie too