Living Proof
From the bottom, goin' basement to the roof
Brodie don't fight unless you box the 40 Karrahboo
Good gas, got me so high, I need a parachute
Good gas, got me coughin', I don't need no theraflu
I ain't have nothin', but there was always hoop
Real niggas still exist, shit, I'm the living proof
I don't got that many friends, but I ain't tryna recruit
Hmm, Birdie handle business, but he ain't wearin' a suit
Somebody call Travis, I'm the highest in the room
Pre's Only, I'm a soldier, I've been grindin' like a troop
Lately, I've been bringin' all my problems to the booth
And lately, it been money on the floor, I need a broom
That's just the truth, yeah, I gotta get this looseleaf
In the stu, throwin' punches, hitting the beat with a two-piece
Keep a couple shooters, gon' be hard to run a two-three
It be feelin' like if I dont chase my dreams, I'ma lose sleep
Eyes low while I'm makin' hits, feel like Bruce Lee
Pink and green cool, but I really need that blue cheese
Yeah, I'm from the Mil, had a Ivy League recruit me
Brodie still stuck out in the field, he need some new cleats
In the Mil, you better keep a tool, don't be goofy
My life been a movie, not the kind you see on Tubi
I've been through it all, I'm just tryna turn a new leaf
No matter what, I always stood tall on my two feet
Brodie don't fight unless you box the 40 Karrahboo
Good gas, got me so high, I need a parachute
Good gas, got me coughin', I don't need no theraflu
I ain't have nothin', but there was always hoop
Real niggas still exist, shit, I'm the living proof
I don't got that many friends, but I ain't tryna recruit
Hmm, Birdie handle business, but he ain't wearin' a suit
Somebody call Travis, I'm the highest in the room
Pre's Only, I'm a soldier, I've been grindin' like a troop
Lately, I've been bringin' all my problems to the booth
And lately, it been money on the floor, I need a broom
That's just the truth, yeah, I gotta get this looseleaf
In the stu, throwin' punches, hitting the beat with a two-piece
Keep a couple shooters, gon' be hard to run a two-three
It be feelin' like if I dont chase my dreams, I'ma lose sleep
Eyes low while I'm makin' hits, feel like Bruce Lee
Pink and green cool, but I really need that blue cheese
Yeah, I'm from the Mil, had a Ivy League recruit me
Brodie still stuck out in the field, he need some new cleats
In the Mil, you better keep a tool, don't be goofy
My life been a movie, not the kind you see on Tubi
I've been through it all, I'm just tryna turn a new leaf
No matter what, I always stood tall on my two feet
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Writer(s): Job Alexander
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