Proof
(Ayo, Ran, turn that up) I've been
I don't even know when I'm doin' good
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
So much s- I had to face, I'm up-to-date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid and that's so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Chris is in the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a new Maybach truck over there
Ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold
That my childhood friend named Mel on the phone
Right now, he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body
I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleepin' when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home
Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up
But now she with me that I'm on
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
Sport sinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not 'til my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is
I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up 30 dollars to 30 mil', oh, yeah, my God real
I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car
Duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade
As a child I had it hard, as a man I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her future
Fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid (nah for real), bitch
This my girl, what I say, she do it
With a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skipping school, gotta run from truant
Victim to the streets, he murder shit
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch
She wanna go, we tear apart if she ain't cut for this
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you
I don't even know when I'm doin' good
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
So much s- I had to face, I'm up-to-date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid and that's so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Chris is in the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a new Maybach truck over there
Ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold
That my childhood friend named Mel on the phone
Right now, he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body
I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleepin' when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home
Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up
But now she with me that I'm on
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
Sport sinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not 'til my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is
I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up 30 dollars to 30 mil', oh, yeah, my God real
I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car
Duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade
As a child I had it hard, as a man I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her future
Fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid (nah for real), bitch
This my girl, what I say, she do it
With a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skipping school, gotta run from truant
Victim to the streets, he murder shit
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch
She wanna go, we tear apart if she ain't cut for this
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Jason Goldberg, Christoffer Marcussen, Francis Lopez Varela, Yuval Chain, Randy De Boer
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