Released: May 6, 2022

Featuring: Kevin Gates

Songwriter: Kevin Gates Prof

Producer: Prof

[Chorus: Prof]
Double hard bastard
Double hard bastard
Dojo magic
Go go gadget
Say less!
Litty, trying to get litty
Holler at me and we can let the devil out
Shit yes
Hating, keep hating
All you motherfuckers need to simmer down
Shit yes

[Verse: Prof]
Blind men want to see my vision
And the con men and women wanna ask permission
I’m driven, I’m getting down to business
I ain’t expect you to understand my ambition
Well that’s a sick opinion bro, thanks
Ima get to swimming no chase
I need a woman that can lift up a car
Help me with an alibi when I get home from the bar
Double hard bastard, climbing out the casket
If you gotta know, I’m doing great fantastic
Eight straightjackets, hate that’s classic
Skate right past it, thanks for asking
From the wall to the window, hit the crescendo if you tryna flex
Cop a Glock and a thot, take a shot lil bro say less!

[Chorus: Prof]
Litty, trying to get litty
Holler at me and we can let the devil out
Shit yes
Hating, keep hating
All you motherfuckers need to simmer down
Shit yes

[Verse: Kevin Gates]
Noodle Ramen two disposable bowls
Caught a flight and booked a room at the Loews
Go meet the hook in a luxury rental car
Make a few trips, I come back, I could get a car
Illegal immigrant, distribute chemicals
Pay off the Border Patrol, I could get across
Peak on me, them people comin, come get at yall
Jump out in traffic and knock all your windows off
I can’t be slippin, I’m focused, I’m on it
A problem, so they tryna break me off proper
Can’t play friendly, I’m servin J crack Ima save pennies
Straight business, trap like a gym I got weight in it
Emerald cut diamonds that make niggas play with ya
Bury this bitch in my waist, paint ya face with it
Loyalty got to be in you, can’t make niggas have the same vision
I recognize fake niggas

[Chorus: Prof]
Litty, trying to get litty
Holler at me and we can let the devil out
Shit yes
Hating, keep hating
All you motherfuckers need to simmer down
Shit yes

[Verse: Prof]
Look out below!
It’s leeches down there, I see blood in the snow
When you sittin at the top, you a target that’s just how it goes
Any other human would have stumbled down, they would have slowed
Raise your glass if you invincible and made out of gold
Sidebar, I’m alive, I’m a diehard
My god, high tide in my pie chart
From side eyes getting high in a dive bar
To five cars all in line in my side yard
From the wall to the window, hit the crescendo if you tryna flex
Cop a Glock and a thot, take a shot little boy say less!

[Chorus: Prof]
Litty, trying to get litty
Holler at me and we can let the devil out
Shit yes
Hating, keep hating
All you motherfuckers need to simmer down
Shit yes

[Outro: Prof]
It’s some dumb mother fuckers where I’m from, man
You don’t got to war with a millionaire who mows his own mother fucking lawn
Ya dig?
Hey, yall looking like some succulent baby lambs right now
There’s going to be clear cut winners and losers, I’ll make sure of that
Kaiser Von Powderhorn

Prof

For Prof, the worlds of fact and fiction are often intertwined, as he balances on a fine line between real-life experiences and yet unfulfilled fantasies. The Minneapolis rapper has made a robust career for himself by crafting memorable songs about everything from heartache to arson to wild adventures with women. These terrific tales and his dynamic stage show have led to concerts and tours across the country, and have exposed him to life-altering experiences. They also planted a seed.

An accomplished and open-minded artist, Prof first started playing with a concept in one of his rhyme books years ago. As the idea germinated, the Minnesota artist decided to apply it to his life and his neighborhood while tapping into his vast imagination and his remarkable life. The result is Prof’s new album on Rhymesayers Entertainment, Powderhorn Suites, a wide-ranging artistic tour de force that places him among rap’s most gifted auteurs. “There’s so many different things happening in a hotel at one time,” Prof explains. “Somebody’s doing drugs. Somebody’s having sex. There’s a fight over there. Someone’s trying to get some rest over here. There’s just so much going on in one place.”

The same can be said for Powderhorn Suites, a remarkable rollercoaster of a project that hits stunning highs and features dramatic lows. “Squad Goals” rollicks along with a festive beat and a nod to the “U Name It” challenge, while the liberating “Outside Baby” celebrates women who are vocal during sex. With the tense “Numbers,” Prof, Muja Messiah and Taylor J detail the struggles that come with trying to make ends meet. Then on “Fire Lessons,” Prof draws from the real-life anger and emotion he felt after a tense night in which he was chased by police and hit rock bottom. The album concludes with a stunningly powerful group of songs in which Prof analyzes the lasting effects of a dysfunctional upbringing (“Flower Boy”), ends a relationship with his soulmate (“The Ending”), and gives himself a moment to be proud of his accomplishments (“Karma Legend”).