Proof

Didn't think I needed proof And I don't really know what they told you But I bet that don't got anything to do with the way that I flow so fuckin' Smooth So you better sit through this whole fuckin' tune Better not wear clothes you'll overheat soon Cuz bitch I keep it fire like a flame But I still be quiet like the gays back when nazis reigned I cannot convey just how many minds that I have changed Like a psych major Lame haters I don't cater Some lie, say I'm traitor to my own kind because I talk "white" And to top it off They say I spit but got nothing to tell Well you gotta admit I kinda do it well Imma try and go in so buckle your seatbelts Yeah I used to buy shit now I got shit to sell Like a bell you just ring me up if you need help And you know who you are cuz if you use my cell Yeah I bet you ain't like all the ones that I Not at all like the ones that I left in grade 12 Man the E got me geeking Like Pisa leaning Ain't no lean in the cup Used to not do feelings back when I was so young Now like every weekend you see me flying up To see my lil bb no I don't mean a gun But this fire I'm breathing boutta make you all duck Yeah this time I'm teaching all you rappers that suck That this kind of heat it ain't just born out of luck I had countless demons tell me I'm not enough Hold up Can't really believe them now I got way too many achievements Now I can say I couldn't see y'all dummies' league if I even bowed Got reason to doubt these fiends about nothing but lean in their mouth Man what happened to lyrics about being so knotty instead clout Did you forget people like me are around? Swear man that's like leaving without keys for your house Or even sneezing without kleenex around a couple germ freaks in a crowd Extremely loud In a library I'm feeling scary Got green like the prairies Can't compare me to any of these little kids Who wanna tear a bite off my flow good thing that I got a million It begins in this chapter What I'm in for, what I'm after Burning bridges need a sapper No limit to my craft or Anything to do with rapping Recognition is like half of what I need to be satisfied I have a little habit of wreaking havoc on any beat I come in contact with I leave a little magic Jokes, said I don't do that I was on my phone up late no games Bro, tell me where were you at? Hugh Jackman how I'm cutting through mans Move back Cat'll show you how to do rap "Too fast" but I don't remember who asked Proved that I'm still smoother than a durag New fans every time I drop a new track Woo! Man, I'm still 20 like 2 grams You mad I'm coming back as a loose cannon I'm making plays like Bruce Allen Nothing they say could reduce Catfish Ah yeah to nothing but a huge trash bin Straw hat catching fire when I muse brash things All facts I'm a lighter with a few scratches Might think I'm finished Stupid bitches no I ain't Studied the game Got a grade back, shit was an A Catfish been the king of the jungle And all of y'all tugging my mane Amount of fucks I gave I could count on one hand Man I've had enough I ain't The same breed as these lyrically weak mother fucking lame Rappers who love to claim That when it came down to it They would never change and would always say "f*ck the fame" Till 2 years later you hear they were struggling with drugs and pain Fucking with sluts and caine Finna end up in cuffs no Anastasia So done taking shit from unfaithful pricks Can believe in me or not it won't make a difference I got way more bigger fucking problems than what you got on I won't rate your fits Cuz I'm in all black like I'm hunting aliens Phone ringing maybe it's one of 'em Asian twins Emily, Rebecca... wait which name is it? (Nhớ tôi?) F*ck am I supposed to say to this? Great I never could live a day with minimal writing Nay Alpaca blood in my veins the way I spit in your face They feel like they gotta hate Cuz the way I'm spitting ain't your usual, even favourite Well kiss my A Don't let it get in the way If I did I would probably stray from all that I wanna take Including the fucking game They talking about money made And all of their fucking chains That shit I don't gotta state Still chilling in summer rays Been sick of the fucking fakes I'm killing them no delay Without catching a case Eyebrows I make em raise Any time that it snows you know I'll turn it to rain Never a fan smoke unless you talking a strain I gotta go let her go Keep trying to make me change Keep telling me I'm a ghost I rarely ever FaceTime her Well I don't know what you want me to say I'd rather be all alone than be somebody I ain't