False Prophets ft. Ab-Soul Lyrics

I ain't no false prophet

I'm just making real profit

I'm just making real profit

Ay man

I bought the gods back

Where the fuck is my podium

Why they throwing all that sodium

Why they talking all that yakkity-yak

Even after the fact

Told y'all there is only one

Still sipping lean even after the yak

Blacked out boys yea I stay lit

Still bring you and your mans into the light

Dim it if you didn't

In the temple of vices

We ain't giving advice

Man handling members, the minute idolized

The minute Marilyn Manson will get baptized

I'm Soulho the God

The Shaman rhyming monster mantras

Black lipped pastor

Black sheep in the pasture

Got Miss Bo Peep on both knees

Oh G-O-D Soul

Who brought the gods back?

A false prophet not what I am, look up to the gods ( I brought the gods back)

Bought a ticket out, get up out this drought, bring the fam to the top

But I ain't a false prophet, look up to a god, and still I question the odds

I bought the gods back

I ain't no false prophet

I'm just making real profit (What am I doing? What am I doing?)

I'm just making real profit (What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?)

Tell me where the blunts at

Lil raw papers? Nah fuck that

Get a fade on, shawty gon ride like a bus pass

Alien 10 just sitting on my moustache

Yea that's a must-have (damn I gotta have it)

Trust that like a blood pact (yea now we family)

In my pant pockets I'll stuff racks (Mammoplasty)

Can't afford like a mustang, they know imma bust back

They know that I feel like god when I'm in a bitch

And I feel like god when I do this shit

Go against odds, they wouldn't expect the kid

To blow up with a song, they know my lyrics

Yea, my name going up, but yours gonna fizzle

That shit is fucking bananas that's word to Lizzo

I keep a bag full of bandanas, how the fit go?

Some days I'm villainous, others I'm the hero

Give me all the zeros, to ball like I'm D. Rose

Me to We, the green, CeeLo

D-E-Stiny D'Niro

They won't find me, I'm not Nemo

But I fish for a clown muhfucker in abyss

And I dry 'em out, lying bout the fact that he rich

And I wish for the crown, muhfucker that's the mission

Find out, flying out the east on a west jet

You think you're the most high, but I just feel like it

Lil bitch you can catch them old sirens, I'mma jus chill right here

Quick, just pass some bills to Fofive and I'mma just be like yea

Yea I'm deserving of that shit, serving them ashes, they used to think they was lit, yea

I ain't no false prophet

I'm just making real profit (What am I doing? What am I doing?)

I'm just making real profit (What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?)