Prove Me Wrong

Yeah
Pine cone and cinnamon sticks burn on my stove top
Tested faith, I'm searching for truth
Trapped in my own thoughts, so what side you on?
My mind is exhausted, feel like a free-for-all
Skydiving into existence, wisdom will break the fall

A happy home has never existed
Pull back the curtain, see?
One important thing about this culture
We have no guarantees
Just grown men, acting like kids
Focused on saving face
Seen grown women, fuck for that bag
Put it in real estate

My soul surfaced on ace of spades and still pure
First artist out of my city with his own billboard
You watch my every move just to comment
Guarding the front porch
Just buy a ticket pussy
Be humble, fuck is you here for?
These mascots is hugging the corners
Vacancy dormant
The loudest one to step in the room
Probably informant
I keep my pace with this shit
Hare versus tortoise
Be honest with you, I'm disappointed
Fuck is you doing?

That's crazy, yeah

That's crazy, yeah

That's crazy, yeah

First and foremost, I just wanna
I wanna take this time to apologize to y'all
The haters
I'm sorry
But y'all about to get what y'all asked for, nigga
Me
Yeah

De La Soul money
Manifested king
Let that chopper ring
Bad bitch, from the Medellín
Jewelry out the sick
I'm all thorough
All about my peace
Paying for my lease
Real ones gotta eat

I thought I told you?
Told you
My ex called like "I miss the old you"
Old you?
Block your number, act like I don't know you
Know you?
Please
I need your trust and your loyalty
Fuck it
I'm happier when you don't fuck with me

Yeah
That's crazy, yeah
Prove me wrong then
Prove me wrong
Now who's the best
I guess it's past tense

Prove me wrong
This long dick can move a mountain
That's crazy

Prove me wrong

Prove me wrong
That's why I don't feature on none of y'all nigga's songs
That's crazy, yeah

That's crazy, yeah

Prove me wrong



Credits
Writer(s): Ellis Taylor Iii
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