Proof (feat. Hunni)
I need love
More than you
Always had a lot to say
She told me either do me right
Or nigga stay away
Look baby mama
Save that drama for another day
She said bitch go and grab your game
Cause I ain't nothin to play
Nothin to play
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile
Up in these Jordan shoes
They told me aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to do
At least before I leave this earth
Know I ain't bullet proof
I've seen some niggas tote that iron
And they still make the news
Don't need my mama out here crying
Cause I ain't fucking shoot
Police out here don't make it safe
So ain't no need to call the law
Go head and demonstrate
Can't let nobody play with nothing
Where my family lay
So Lord I pray this nine don't jam
And hope my aim is straight
Aim is straight
Told him not to show it
Don't pull it unless you've got to
That desert eagle flying
Bitch clamp it like it's a lobster
I know they think we lying
But I'm firing this dirty chopper
I hope the car I passed
Sure ain't a cop car
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile in
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars
And you might touch the moon Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile in
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
All those times I cried
All those sleepless nights
Should I stay or go
Can't make up my mind
When I had walked out
Ain't put up a fight
On that late night creep
But text me good night
Tapped in back to savage season
Streets is calling
Can't t leave them ringing
Cut him off
Give him no reason
Be damned if a fuck boy
Think I need him
More ass than a little bit
Walked in and you bitches irrelevant
He a Saint and I'm devilish
Bout drowned in my ocean
Better learn to swim yea
New nigga keep me lit
Fendi handbags and Elsa by wrist
See no haters in my Bentley tint
Never no smudge on my Prada lens
Swear he got me caught
Up in the rapture
Bust down in the car
I think you past us
Ain't know you had your life to lose
You lost the baddest bitch
And now you see the proof
Ya hoe can't even walk the stairs
In my new Prada boots
Ain't no shooting for the stars nigga I'll aim at you spray up the coupe
Ain know you had your life to lose
You lost the baddest bitch
And now you see the proof
Ya hoe can't even walk the stairs
In my new Prada boots
Ain't no shooting for the stars nigga I'll aim at you spray up the coupe
Aim at you
Spray up the coupe
Nigga it's you
Desert eagle flying
Bitch clamp it like it's a lobster
Know they think we lying
But I'm firing this dirty chopper
More than you
Always had a lot to say
She told me either do me right
Or nigga stay away
Look baby mama
Save that drama for another day
She said bitch go and grab your game
Cause I ain't nothin to play
Nothin to play
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile
Up in these Jordan shoes
They told me aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to do
At least before I leave this earth
Know I ain't bullet proof
I've seen some niggas tote that iron
And they still make the news
Don't need my mama out here crying
Cause I ain't fucking shoot
Police out here don't make it safe
So ain't no need to call the law
Go head and demonstrate
Can't let nobody play with nothing
Where my family lay
So Lord I pray this nine don't jam
And hope my aim is straight
Aim is straight
Told him not to show it
Don't pull it unless you've got to
That desert eagle flying
Bitch clamp it like it's a lobster
I know they think we lying
But I'm firing this dirty chopper
I hope the car I passed
Sure ain't a cop car
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile in
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars
And you might touch the moon Touch the moon
Feel I got a lot to lose
She said you're fucking me so deep
I got a lot to prove
Can't see no nigga walk a mile in
Up in these Jordan shoes
They said just aim up for the stars And you might touch the moon
Touch the moon
All those times I cried
All those sleepless nights
Should I stay or go
Can't make up my mind
When I had walked out
Ain't put up a fight
On that late night creep
But text me good night
Tapped in back to savage season
Streets is calling
Can't t leave them ringing
Cut him off
Give him no reason
Be damned if a fuck boy
Think I need him
More ass than a little bit
Walked in and you bitches irrelevant
He a Saint and I'm devilish
Bout drowned in my ocean
Better learn to swim yea
New nigga keep me lit
Fendi handbags and Elsa by wrist
See no haters in my Bentley tint
Never no smudge on my Prada lens
Swear he got me caught
Up in the rapture
Bust down in the car
I think you past us
Ain't know you had your life to lose
You lost the baddest bitch
And now you see the proof
Ya hoe can't even walk the stairs
In my new Prada boots
Ain't no shooting for the stars nigga I'll aim at you spray up the coupe
Ain know you had your life to lose
You lost the baddest bitch
And now you see the proof
Ya hoe can't even walk the stairs
In my new Prada boots
Ain't no shooting for the stars nigga I'll aim at you spray up the coupe
Aim at you
Spray up the coupe
Nigga it's you
Desert eagle flying
Bitch clamp it like it's a lobster
Know they think we lying
But I'm firing this dirty chopper
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Writer(s): Christopher Brown
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