Proof

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(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)

I've been

I don't even know when I'm doin' good

I'm a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?

He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid and that's so cool

There's a nеw Maybach truck over there tеn 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 sleep 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

Sportsinator, terminator, swing with the Glock, come out the roof

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 thirty dollars to thirty 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'

Skippin' 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