Yanalie - Youngblood Heretic Lyrics

[Intro]
False prophet in designer clothes
Selling beats that ain't your own
Stockholm nights, you showed me flows
Now I see through all your shows

[Verse 1]
Started in that basement studio, hanging on your every word
Underground sessions, thought you were the messiah of the third
Spitting wisdom like communion wine, I was drinking it all in
Till I caught you selling my creation like some f*cking original sin
Remember those Adderall nights, perfecting every beat
While you were in the shadows, making deals behind closed streets
Stockholm's dark side taught me more than your fake-ass preaching
Now I'm seeing clear through the smoke of your false teaching

[Chorus]
You ain't no prophet, just a snake in Gucci
Trading dreams for cash, yeah, you tried to fool me
But I ain't your disciple anymore
Left your temple, kicked down your door
(Your f*cking door)

[Verse 2]
2022, the year the mask fell off your face
Caught you selling my soul retail, what a f*cking disgrace
Underground workshops were just your recruiting ground
Building up your empire while keeping real talent down
Popping pills to stay awake, fighting these demons you gave
But every track I make now is another nail in your grave
Stockholm knows the truth now, your congregation's getting thin
Time to burn this whole church down, let the real shit begin

[Chorus]
You ain't no prophet, just a snake in Gucci
Trading dreams for cash, yeah, you tried to fool me
But I ain't your disciple anymore
Left your temple, kicked down your door

[Outro]
False prophet in designer clothes
Now everybody knows
Stockholm nights exposed your shows
Watch your empire decompose