Tristin John Huerta - On The Prowl lyrics

HOOK: ( 4 months A million c*nts Every n***a stay tryna stunt I'm on the prowl, on the hunt In a cave, chained like a motherf**ing slave Sold my soul so I can't be saved) VERSE 1: 4 months Let's f**ing slave You ain't gonna see me much, like I'm living in a cave Sold my soul now I can't be saved Mentality kinda changed Like it committed suicide and hanged Now I'm feeling hopeless Just one big f**ing mess Feels like I'm gaining, less and less and less Got a keep a blunt lit because I'm always stressed and stressed and stressed(echo three times) Talking about time, I'll go in depth Feeling like its stolen from me Call it theft Taking so many shots in my f**ing vest Feels like I'm Kanye West And me and Kim just had s** White boy, I ain't gotta flex HOOK: ( 4 months A million c*nts Every n***a stay tryna stunt I'm on the prowl, on the hunt In a cave, chained like a motherf**ing slave Sold my soul so I can't be saved) VERSE 2: I still got haters waving at me Wanting to smoke that OG tree But they don't know the real me The knowledge I have that they need They will never know or see I'm so weird it's brilliantly unique They don't understand so they start to critique Coming at me trying to win, I'll put You in past with defeat I can't be f**ing beat I'm rawer than the rawest raw meat And I'm a pretty boy so my style is always neat So good we don't gotta cheat Like Khalifa in that movie Staying stoned like shaggy and scoobie So faded we make all the hoes show us their b**bies Smoking doobies, eating munchies My life feels like a joke and it should be funny But in all honesty I lost every bit of sanity And it's really starting to scare me Feeling like I'm an actor trying to act normally But in truth my life fell apart dramatically I realized there is no such thing as time and reality Everything is in your mind I committed the worst crime Questioning life in a rhyme Time is make believe Why can't you people see Mental illness is slowly k**ing me HOOK: ( 4 months A million c*nts Every n***a stay tryna stunt I'm on the prowl, on the hunt In a cave, chained like a motherf**ing slave Sold my soul so I can't be saved) VERSE 3: Hell is becoming something that I can't escape Surrounded by all these f**ing snakes Just trying to use people to make cake Sounds something kinda like Drake But I be staying baked Other wise I would blow my head off with a shotty I still got white girls being naughty Taking their clothes off just to let me see their s**y body But at the end of the night I'm alone Smelling like weed cologne Always stoned Sick of all these hoes I boned What a motherf**ing joke Got b**hes that have coke And Wanna smoke Maybe even get poked They like it rough so they get f**ing choked Uh ohhhhhhhhhhhh HOOK X2: ( 4 months A million c*nts Every n***a stay tryna stunt I'm on the prowl, on the hunt In a cave, chained like a motherf**ing slave Sold my soul so I can't be saved)