Proof

Didn't think I needed proof
And I don't really know what they told you
But I bet that don't got anything to do with the way that I flow so fuckin'
Smooth
So you better sit through this whole fuckin' tune
Better not wear clothes you'll overheat soon

Cuz bitch I keep it fire like a flame
But I still be quiet like the gays back when nazis reigned
I cannot convey just how many minds that I have changed
Like a psych major
Lame haters I don't cater
Some lie, say I'm traitor to my own kind because I talk "white"
And to top it off

They say I spit but got nothing to tell
Well you gotta admit I kinda do it well
Imma try and go in so buckle your seatbelts
Yeah I used to buy shit now I got shit to sell
Like a bell you just ring me up if you need help
And you know who you are cuz if you use my cell
Yeah I bet you ain't like all the ones that I
Not at all like the ones that I left in grade 12

Man the E got me geeking
Like Pisa leaning
Ain't no lean in the cup
Used to not do feelings back when I was so young
Now like every weekend you see me flying up
To see my lil bb no I don't mean a gun
But this fire I'm breathing boutta make you all duck
Yeah this time I'm teaching all you rappers that suck
That this kind of heat it ain't just born out of luck
I had countless demons tell me I'm not enough

Hold up
Can't really believe them now
I got way too many achievements
Now I can say I couldn't see y'all dummies' league if I even bowed
Got reason to doubt these fiends about nothing but lean in their mouth
Man what happened to lyrics about being so knotty instead clout
Did you forget people like me are around?

Swear man that's like leaving without keys for your house
Or even sneezing without kleenex around a couple germ freaks in a crowd
Extremely loud
In a library
I'm feeling scary
Got green like the prairies
Can't compare me to any of these little kids
Who wanna tear a bite off my flow good thing that I got a million

It begins in this chapter
What I'm in for, what I'm after
Burning bridges need a sapper
No limit to my craft or
Anything to do with rapping
Recognition is like half of what I need to be satisfied
I have a little habit of wreaking havoc on any beat I come in contact with
I leave a little magic

Jokes, said I don't do that
I was on my phone up late no games
Bro, tell me where were you at?
Hugh Jackman how I'm cutting through mans
Move back
Cat'll show you how to do rap
"Too fast" but I don't remember who asked
Proved that I'm still smoother than a durag
New fans every time I drop a new track
Woo! Man, I'm still 20 like 2 grams
You mad
I'm coming back as a loose cannon
I'm making plays like Bruce Allen
Nothing they say could reduce Catfish
Ah yeah to nothing but a huge trash bin
Straw hat catching fire when I muse brash things
All facts I'm a lighter with a few scratches
Might think I'm finished
Stupid bitches no I ain't

Studied the game
Got a grade back, shit was an A
Catfish been the king of the jungle
And all of y'all tugging my mane
Amount of fucks I gave I could count on one hand
Man I've had enough I ain't
The same breed as these lyrically weak mother fucking lame
Rappers who love to claim
That when it came down to it
They would never change and would always say "fuck the fame"
Till 2 years later you hear they were struggling with drugs and pain
Fucking with sluts and caine
Finna end up in cuffs no Anastasia

So done taking shit from unfaithful pricks
Can believe in me or not it won't make a difference
I got way more bigger fucking problems than what you got on
I won't rate your fits
Cuz I'm in all black like I'm hunting aliens
Phone ringing maybe it's one of 'em Asian twins
Emily, Rebecca... wait which name is it?
(Nhớ tôi?)
Fuck am I supposed to say to this?

Great
I never could live a day with minimal writing
Nay
Alpaca blood in my veins the way I spit in your face
They feel like they gotta hate
Cuz the way I'm spitting ain't your usual, even favourite
Well kiss my A
Don't let it get in the way
If I did I would probably stray from all that I wanna take
Including the fucking game
They talking about money made
And all of their fucking chains
That shit I don't gotta state
Still chilling in summer rays
Been sick of the fucking fakes
I'm killing them no delay
Without catching a case
Eyebrows I make em raise
Any time that it snows you know I'll turn it to rain
Never a fan smoke unless you talking a strain
I gotta go let her go
Keep trying to make me change
Keep telling me I'm a ghost
I rarely ever FaceTime her
Well I don't know what you want me to say
I'd rather be all alone than be somebody I ain't