Proof (feat. Anthony Kannon & Process)
A pictures worth a thousand words a verse from me a photo album
They could spend a label budget still no one would know about em
I Smoke a blunt til the verse is good
Pissing off Smokey bear the way I keep burning woods
Your Homies gas you up and say your nice
My homies build me up with great advice
Bitch your so cold your anemic
Look at your career bitch your freezing your freezing
We're winning with the lowest of the scores
Defying all physics make ceilings become the floor
Invest a couple dollars and bring back a couple more
Every struggle here we gon laugh about on tour
And I mean that
Rappers tryna copy all these styles but we seen that
How you flexing when you broke Brodie where the green at
Screaming that they're goated but I know they don't mean that
Talkin bout moves but you move like a bean bag
I guess that's like not at all
Run fades like Pokémon brodie gon catch em all
Teach em with the bars they love college like Asher Roth
I be at my shift tryna plot ways to be the boss
I don't ride waves I find ways to turn the tide
Bro keep a .44 to ensure the fort fortified
write more and more to go to the morgue immortalized
I'm Sure you had growth but corn grows all the time
I swear to god that they never learn
They think better bars is bustin out bigger words
My simplest lines will out-do your entire verse
Before you talk big you better learn how to prove it first
Excuse me sir could you please learn to prove it first
You in the back could you please learn to prove it first
All these rappers please learn to prove it first
For you talk big please learn how to prove it first
Old tracks from a boom box tape
My crew got faith, shoot-we the boondock saints
Accrue my bank, ball with the shoes unlaced
Play my tracks. and find out-who got taste
Incoming tell em stop hiding, nigga quit running
I kept the strip jumping, split onions with brothers
Til they discover, kids with their ribs touching
Hustle mentality-always tryna flip something
When you win so much, it makes it harder to lose
I'm caught in a groove, stuck with the varsity blues
I'm talking to you... words go in one ear, and out the other
One of a kind, let me know when you find another
Whole life I been fucking confused
But knew I had something to prove, and nothing to lose
Anytime I fell I just dusted the shoes
Got back up can't be around you, niggas mad sus
They could spend a label budget still no one would know about em
I Smoke a blunt til the verse is good
Pissing off Smokey bear the way I keep burning woods
Your Homies gas you up and say your nice
My homies build me up with great advice
Bitch your so cold your anemic
Look at your career bitch your freezing your freezing
We're winning with the lowest of the scores
Defying all physics make ceilings become the floor
Invest a couple dollars and bring back a couple more
Every struggle here we gon laugh about on tour
And I mean that
Rappers tryna copy all these styles but we seen that
How you flexing when you broke Brodie where the green at
Screaming that they're goated but I know they don't mean that
Talkin bout moves but you move like a bean bag
I guess that's like not at all
Run fades like Pokémon brodie gon catch em all
Teach em with the bars they love college like Asher Roth
I be at my shift tryna plot ways to be the boss
I don't ride waves I find ways to turn the tide
Bro keep a .44 to ensure the fort fortified
write more and more to go to the morgue immortalized
I'm Sure you had growth but corn grows all the time
I swear to god that they never learn
They think better bars is bustin out bigger words
My simplest lines will out-do your entire verse
Before you talk big you better learn how to prove it first
Excuse me sir could you please learn to prove it first
You in the back could you please learn to prove it first
All these rappers please learn to prove it first
For you talk big please learn how to prove it first
Old tracks from a boom box tape
My crew got faith, shoot-we the boondock saints
Accrue my bank, ball with the shoes unlaced
Play my tracks. and find out-who got taste
Incoming tell em stop hiding, nigga quit running
I kept the strip jumping, split onions with brothers
Til they discover, kids with their ribs touching
Hustle mentality-always tryna flip something
When you win so much, it makes it harder to lose
I'm caught in a groove, stuck with the varsity blues
I'm talking to you... words go in one ear, and out the other
One of a kind, let me know when you find another
Whole life I been fucking confused
But knew I had something to prove, and nothing to lose
Anytime I fell I just dusted the shoes
Got back up can't be around you, niggas mad sus
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Writer(s): Corey Loveless
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