J.R. - Prodigy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, do I really need an intro? No, f** you! I don't want a goddamn intro, that sh** takes to much work! I don't need a f**ing intro, alright? My f**ing god, alright? No, f** you! There's gonna be no f**ing intro on this, alright? Jesus f**ing Christ No, if you want, you can make this the f**ing intro, I don't f**ing care Let's f**ing get into it [Verse 1: J-R] Yo, I'm a f**ing rap god Coming clean out the streets, here to knock your head off I do what I please, no need to explain it b**h, s** a dick. I'm triple X rated I'm a straight f**ing pimp. I ain't gonna lie Talk sh** to me, you sound like you wanna die I don't tell you how to live your life So don't tell that to me, unless you wanna be at strife f**ers always trying to beef with me Keep talking, mother f**er. Have your a** beat My first rap, and I'm already k**ing If I keep this up, pretty soon I'll make millions I don't care what you say Go ahead, talk more, I still live this way At C.V. I was the scrap god Came to P.K. now, I'm a f**ing rap god I still tried to pa** down the tradition All I got back, was a f**ing suspension The struggle's been real, day to day But I still say what we're all trying to say You acting all high and mighty One shot b**h, and it's nighty nighty You don't really wanna f** with me Pop a shot, make you scream, like a f**ing banshee [Bridge] No, no, f**. Do I have to keep going with this sh**? Goddamn It's a f**ing long rap You know, f** you dude. Jesus Christ [Verse 2: J-R] What did I tell you in the first verse? sh** talk more if you wanna see a nurse My mind is my mind, and not yours I'm so powerful, make you walk on all fours b**h I'm a f**ing beauty Your dicks so small, I had to break out my f**ing Zoomies I'll toss you up and slam you down like space jam If you don't wanna get f**ed up you better scram But yet again, running won't help you Pop a cap through your back And one in your mouth too I'm the only one here with real shells You other f*ggots are only here cause swag sells I speak the truth, and the truth only So don't try to say sh**, you f**ing phoney You mother f**ers think I'm a wigger I rap and talk with an accent, even though I'm still bigger Than half of you f**ing wangsters You still all trying to act like gangsters Keep talking f**er, I like my beef rare I keep it cool, give you that ice cold stare Mother f**er I'll see you on the streets 1 on 1 dumba** I don't need 15 peeps I take your life away, I'm a grim reaper You rolled number 8 Your house became Minesweeper Dropping bombs like I'm Bin Laden With the sickest rhymes that you can't fathom When I walk in the house, the panties drop Can you f*ggots do that? Huh, I guess not I'm the illest cold blooded k**er Rap like chocolate but I look vanilla Got girls painting my name on their nails Meanwhile your b**h is still for sale Yes I went there, don't even doubt I speak my mind, stealing girls. I'm causing drought The other guys thirst is real Meanwhile I'm on the highlight reel I'm the king, you all are peasants I deliver greatness, giving presents My eyes are red, I'm on that good sh** I might smoke to much, I'm on my sixth hit I walk out, b**hes on me Like I said before, I'm a f**ing prodigy