Co1e - New School Prophet Lyrics

New school prophet
Ganja in my pocket
Want it probably copped it
Vintage pieces in my closet

I'm bout to snap until I black out
Motha f*cka tap out
Go cop the new trap
If you don't like the shit I rap bout
Too focused for a nap
This my life I gotta map out
I ain't the type to cap
So twist it off n sip the jack out
Busy in this bitch
I'm a wolf but with pack now
We ain't come from shit
Now the whole team max out
Wanna milli in our pocket
So it's right we never slack now
Don't try and get close
Or it's gon' be a f*ckin smack down

They like damn Cole
Switch up the flow
I just took the tempo
Made it sniff a bit of blow
I'm used to livin' fast
You pussies used to livin' slow
One eighty on the dash
I think my engine 'bout to go
Switch gears, top tier
Fear god, god steers,
Y'all mod, I'm here,
Beat odds, coast clear
Big knots, I'm rare,
My squad, don't care,
No time, can't spare
I don't play fair
You can't compare
Comprehend
Or see the mission
So it's really just pretend
When you say you see the vision
The booth is where I vent
I give a f*ck about who listens
On no one I depend
I like to make my own decisions
I'm ridin' with a ten
Who off the scale
So bad description
If they thinkin' I'ma fail
I say they need a new depiction
I'm 'bout to set sail
To the deep blue me
Keep it real up on the mic
And hope you see what I mean
Inhale, exhale
Let my energy breathe
All hale this the tale
Of the prophet in me
I hit the holy grail
So what's ya problem with me?
Papers trails f*ck the scales
I need balance and peace
I'm tryna make it out this bitch in one piece
Question God why he put the greats to sleep?
I'm a wolf
I give a f*ck about sheep
Type to do f*ck the talkin' cause it's cheap

We all stuck up in this bitch
So we talkin' out our ass
I was born to talk to shit
I'm guess I'm blessed with a pass
New school prophet
Ganja in my pocket
Want it probably copped it
Vintage pieces in my closet
Gold soul
'Bout to blow
You ain't get it?
Now ya know
You believe in God
I met it
Took my life
Said give em mo'
Now I'm restless in the studio
I gotta crack the code
A motha f*cka capable
I'm all I've ever known
And no I am not traceable
So get it on ya own
Can't do handouts when you see me
Motha f*cka set the tone
Puff some sticky when you see me
Bet you feel me in ya bones
I'm picky and I'm risky
Don't let me in my zone
I need beats to kill so gimme
Give a f*ck who on the throne
I might rob em' like I'm 50
Lap em' like I'm Nipsey
I'm a student of the game
Raps so hot it's getting crispy
I ain't nothing like these lames
I'm a wolf that can't be tamed
Bitch I said it from the start
Hit the bullseye and dart
This shit from the heart
N I ain't stoppin'
'Til I'm poppin' like a tart
You made a profit off a wave n think you smart
I'm a prophet out the grave this is art

And I'm an MC
Don't compare me to these rappers
I was empty
Now I'm destined for the rafters
Where ya goin'? whatchu doin'?
I can go or do it faster
Yeah I'm only human
But I'm climbing lords latter
And you gon' hear me coming
I'll be making doors shatter
F*ck you if you judgin'
Give a f*ck about ya laughter
Half these pussies claim they thuggin'
But they ass is just an actor
Say they independent
They don't even own they masters
Now they on they conscience shit
I know my ass a factor
Soul ain't up for auction
Bitch my soul my money stacker
Come to bitches I got options
So I check my back for daggers

I'm such a misconception
I'm tryna get my moms a house
And get the worlds attention
Hip-Hop took me over
Now the craft is my obsession
Chip up on my shoulder
Explanation for aggression
I'm only nineteen
But my mind little older
Comin' for the big screen
But the world keep gettin' colder

Gettin' colder
Gettin' colder
Gettin' colder