Proof of Concept
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This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Trapped in the apartment
Bowls of vapor to the face
Scales weighted with payment
Disproportionate to my space
Still, I'm tippin' when the service hit
And even when it ain't
Can't do payin' forward or takin' back
When it come to pain
This is throwaway production
With abortion bars
Try our hand and body anybody
But the choice is ours
I'm just tryna raise the bar a bit
And lower courses' par
Say your prayers and your goodbyes
We throwin' curses far
Hit the flower throwin' bows
In the Little Shop of Horrors now
Everybody knows, if they don't
Then I'mma show 'em how
Anybody get it if they want
So come and get it then
Aimin' at your neck
My crosshair's where your pendant been it's
Independent sin we
Goin' solo on 'em
No bullshit, I'm matador
With the slo-mo on 'em
Air it all out, full smoke my onus
You a struggle smoker
Splitting roaches, Yoko Ono
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of con-
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Trapped in the apartment
Bowls of vapor to the face
Scales weighted with payment
Disproportionate to my space
Still, I'm tippin' when the service hit
And even when it ain't
Can't do payin' forward or takin' back
When it come to pain
This is throwaway production
With abortion bars
Try our hand and body anybody
But the choice is ours
I'm just tryna raise the bar a bit
And lower courses' par
Say your prayers and your goodbyes
We throwin' curses far
Hit the flower throwin' bows
In the Little Shop of Horrors now
Everybody knows, if they don't
Then I'mma show 'em how
Anybody get it if they want
So come and get it then
Aimin' at your neck
My crosshair's where your pendant been it's
Independent sin we
Goin' solo on 'em
No bullshit, I'm matador
With the slo-mo on 'em
Air it all out, full smoke my onus
You a struggle smoker
Splitting roaches, Yoko Ono
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
This is Proof Of Concept
You stuck on some nonsense
Forget it, I'm convinced
This shit ain't no contest
Just a proof of concept
Ayy
Just a proof of con-
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