Lyrics The Season - PROF

The Season

Born in the ghetto, Young white boy not a dolla dolla bill but a momma that’ll
work for it.
Hard boy with a soft side, seen a little bocka bocka (bang bang) life on the
southside.
My views have changed from where I came from, When you seen a man die right
before the same sun.
I ain’t a G, I ain’t ride or die, but I will knock a mother fucker out if he
try.
So eat off me, I’m running a crew.
I ain’t hard but I’m willing to bet I’m
harder than you.
Some of the best people that I’ve met in life, push weight and come home at
night to kiss their wife, yeah.
Ain’t it funny how the world can go?
Haters alst year be at the front row of
the shows.
I’ve seen time fly, slowly, I’ve let people forget what they owe me.
I ain’t saying that I’m O.G.
but I bet you know me, I’m the dude people know
closely.
Mr one oh be done Cahobie.
Prof’s on the mic, if there’s better, just show me.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
I ain’t fucking round no more, this is my life.
Fuck nice, I’ve already tried
being polite.
So I’m a grab a whip, grab a gun, grab a knife, And I’m a roll around 'n stick
up everything in sight.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky.
If you’re ready to rob then I’m ready to
ride.
Everybody throw your hands in the sky.
If you’re ready to rob then I’m ready to
ride.
My whole life is quite right here.
If I don’t blow I know I’ll be nice right
here.
But what eats me a live to see these MC flies suck dick and get a piece of the
pie, like.
I got envy for one reason, for me to show these MCs it’s the season.
When you dap me up I see nothing but fear.
Like every MC I’ve leap frogged my
whole career.
So it’s young Prof with a rifle and a notebook, cold crook, stick 'em up,
I got 'em so shook.
They need a rapper that’s as different as them all.
I think it’s time I come
around and answer their call.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Keep my eyes open, I was born to wake up, it’s a new day like Good morning,
Jacob.
Good morning sunshine, people blind to the fact I’m more than one side.
People try so hard to understand me.
I’d like to tell 'em, bitch please don’t.
'Cause I’m a different man every single day, and I will say all the stuff that
they probably won’t.
I’ve made up my mind, I’m ready to break laws.
I’m ready to sacrifice, ready to take off.
I’m ready to blow away anybody trying to get between me and mine.
Ya feel me?
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.
Run along now boy.
Start thieving, it’s season.