Issue No 121 Prolific Lyrics

You could meet me on the road to the riches
All I wanna be is so prolific
I feel it in my Sunday when I'm wakin'
Don't tell me I should quit this shit
That ain't how momma raised me
Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low
I think I lost my money but I don't even know
It shakens my gut...
But when my time comes,I'l l bet you all know

See Ima never fall,never give up ,slip up,learning my words like syrup
Give up
It ain't no motherfucker that they never left to think ...
See I'm a bullet syrup ,I'm so ice cold
You better learn my lyrics alone in my zone
...And I mean it when I'm livin' for the liquor
...full of change and a brain full of strippers
I gotta maintain cause I really do remember
Ice cold summers,red hot winters
Most niggaz try to block the head lights...
But you probably don't get it
But nigga I ain't trippin'
Metaphors for the get man plus bars for the critics
They call it prolific
Don't know the roads to the riches..
Peace!
You could meet me on the road to the riches
All I wanna be is so prolific
I feel it in my stomach when I'm wakin'
Don't tell me I should quit this shit
That ain't how momma raised me
Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low
I think I lost my money but I don't even know
And it shakens my gut...
But when my time comes,I'l l bet you all know

Fuck you all ,I'm goin' federally
Catch me without that ...
Never had my life staggered
Daily action gets daily action
8 times out of 10
They love me onthe back there
Cause I don't know how to pretend
My ... on me but it passed to yummy...
I don't know why people call me funny-funny
I ain't thinkin' about nothin' funny
Since I've been young,I 've been smokin' dummy
Momma never said nothing, sonny
I remember when I won honies
And they wanted me to take nothin' fromr me
But things changed
How Cesar Leo got real gang,it's it''s hardto explain
Lot of objection,lot of pain
Lot of cold nights though lots of rain
First love seats to my heart
... he took my chain
Open that jay-jay,all the pot is beyond the sink


You could meet me on the road to the riches
All I wanna be is so prolific
I feel it in my stomach when I'm wakin'...
Don't tell me I should quit this shit
That ain't how momma raised me

And how the fuck you're gonna tell me lies?
I will never ever be a shit in my life
But I fucked your wife
And every time you wnet home she ain't left no right
All that you can do is tell me how you feel...


Sometimes I be high,sometimes I be low
I think I lost my money but I don't even know
It shakens my gut
But when my time comes,I'l l bet you all know