Prophecy

Let me have this one for me

You can have every other one but

Let me have this one for me

The saddest motherfucker

The savage motherfucker

Your parents talk about me

Wondering if I still love ya

I'm the best on paper

But the worst in your presence

Been stacking my paper

Rapping like I'm your present

Ain't no hyperbole

'Cause I'm pleasant as fuck

I say I love you

Say I miss you

Still won't say who I've fucked

Shawty say I'm like her ex

I'm like okay, then what's up?

Am I coming to your place

Or are you 'bout to pull up?

Show 'nuf

That nigga a bum

Girl, I don't see comparisons

I let my locs grow

White folks say I'm scaring them

Twisted in my head again

No wonder they be dreading him

I'm singing on the beat

Real deep

You'd think he praying hymms

But I'm peeping the glances

The only lover boy

Who don't even know what romance is

A little out of place in every circle

Funny how they called me Urkel

Now they see what my net worth do

And it hurts to

Fall back on the money

As a crutch for personality

I let my girl go

And I say I ain't have capacity

Now I'm taking flights

Like I ain't even heard of gravity

I have to tell myself

This what it had to be

But actually

Fuck

I guess I gotta go through it

Trust that I had to do it

Otherwise I'm just stupid

All my dreams been

Looking real lucid these days

Fuck her loony

When she up in her luteal phase

Ah, a little gentler

Keep it tender, tender

I lost a lot of friends

And some of 'em I don't remember