Something to Prove
One o'clock in the afternoon
Sit at the mac
And roll a zoot
Only got one hour to do
This verse here
So I light the zoot
I got a troubled mind
So I have to mellow out
Before I do
Anything here
Just hold on dude
I got a verse it's coming through
And guess what babe
It's gotta do
Said this from the dome
Don't guess it dude
Popped it in her face
Now she food
Working for me cos she is new
I got a new mind
Try test it boo
Acting like you got shit to do
Now they say that I got the juice
This emo trap is just a groove
Thinking I got shit to prove
I was sitting on my porch
Now I moved
Higher self was in the mood
To write a verse
So it's nothing new
Spirits talking and they disapprove
I guess that's why they have been assumed
Lost my soul but I'm back big
All these bitches can chat shit
I been sitting up in the back bitch
Writing verses for that nig
And all the voices
Just chat shit
Schizophrenic
Fuck that shit
Let me get up on the map quick
Call the plug for that brick
What I been through is quite sick
So I grab the mic
And I Mike this
Free-styling from the top
Tryna see
What is hot
He said go with the flow
So I'm gunna go wit the flow
Had them thinking that was me
But I'd never stoop so low
Just been writing these verses
So I can blow
Chilling on my lonesome bro
Thinking I got shit to prove
Did 3 tapes before I knew
Never left my verse to brew
I did it on my own
Don't need you boo
Fuck it off
I say fuxk it boo
Just the same shit
Don't act a foo
Thinking that you could change shit
Well guess what babe
It's bye bye you
Don't make me draw the mac
Them spirits dem
They attack
He pulled up with his eye black
Screaming RIP to my dad
Fuxk you niggas acting all gang
Got you all confused with my twang
Writing Verses all about man
I'll strut my shit
And walk with my klan
You don't know my name
You don't know my game
You could soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
You don't know my name
You don't know my game
So you gotta
Soul search me
And soul search me
Drive me insane
Na you don't know my name
Na you don't know my game
You could
Soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
Na you don't know my name
Na you don't know my game
You could
Soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
Sit at the mac
And roll a zoot
Only got one hour to do
This verse here
So I light the zoot
I got a troubled mind
So I have to mellow out
Before I do
Anything here
Just hold on dude
I got a verse it's coming through
And guess what babe
It's gotta do
Said this from the dome
Don't guess it dude
Popped it in her face
Now she food
Working for me cos she is new
I got a new mind
Try test it boo
Acting like you got shit to do
Now they say that I got the juice
This emo trap is just a groove
Thinking I got shit to prove
I was sitting on my porch
Now I moved
Higher self was in the mood
To write a verse
So it's nothing new
Spirits talking and they disapprove
I guess that's why they have been assumed
Lost my soul but I'm back big
All these bitches can chat shit
I been sitting up in the back bitch
Writing verses for that nig
And all the voices
Just chat shit
Schizophrenic
Fuck that shit
Let me get up on the map quick
Call the plug for that brick
What I been through is quite sick
So I grab the mic
And I Mike this
Free-styling from the top
Tryna see
What is hot
He said go with the flow
So I'm gunna go wit the flow
Had them thinking that was me
But I'd never stoop so low
Just been writing these verses
So I can blow
Chilling on my lonesome bro
Thinking I got shit to prove
Did 3 tapes before I knew
Never left my verse to brew
I did it on my own
Don't need you boo
Fuck it off
I say fuxk it boo
Just the same shit
Don't act a foo
Thinking that you could change shit
Well guess what babe
It's bye bye you
Don't make me draw the mac
Them spirits dem
They attack
He pulled up with his eye black
Screaming RIP to my dad
Fuxk you niggas acting all gang
Got you all confused with my twang
Writing Verses all about man
I'll strut my shit
And walk with my klan
You don't know my name
You don't know my game
You could soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
You don't know my name
You don't know my game
So you gotta
Soul search me
And soul search me
Drive me insane
Na you don't know my name
Na you don't know my game
You could
Soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
Na you don't know my name
Na you don't know my game
You could
Soul search me
And soul search me
But you won't know my aim
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Writer(s): Chana Faulkner-douglas Douglas
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