Nothin To Prove

Yeah Lil Flame, Lil Ice Make yo bitch say it twice Gang in here with me Yeah nigga rerock send shots when we see opps bitch The mafia The family When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear 4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here I don't even gotta try and we still out here showing it All this paper coming in how we not gon be blowing it RE-ROCK we the winning team forreal but you know this shit Diamonds changing color off the light with a frozen wrist Im always where da money at you got a play yeah i'm on it then Yeah gang tied in like the mob we dont want no friends Tynna pull up in that Cullinan forreal I dont want no Benz You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands Yeah forreal Yeah like forreal Yeah You just sittin' on your ass all day must not want no bands Pull up lookin' like the whole team got it off the scams You already know its all hustle in my blood got it off them grams If I dont got what you need I guarantee you get it off my mans Fucked around and missed my show I was poured and lost track of time Bitch say you never text me back yeah im on my grind Nigga said he had some green wock ugh you drinkin' slime? Me and Burr pouring red and purple up going line for line Yeah, gang going crazy in the studio we go line for line You aint got no pape dont ask me bout no features you wasting time I know you think this shit came over night but it take time Yeah I aint never been no pocket watcher, I make mine Yeah seen yo bitch choosing up on gang, glad she aint mine I bet she bring her ass over here right now off a facetime If thats yo bitch then why blowing up my phone Talkin' bout she want to f*ck me before I blow Had to tell her its too late bitch i'm gone Yeah i'm gone, bitch i'm on They asking how I make this music, its real life Your diamonds melting off your body this real ice I'm rockin' with my brother weather they wrong or right We pouring dirty faygos up it aint no sprite When you dive up in that water better jump in with your scuba gear Heard yall never use your poles they some souvenirs Xd's, glocks and AR's yeah its a few in here Nigga this a RE-ROCK party who let you in here You in them cloudy ass diamonds, check me out all my jewels is clear All this damn designer i'm always rockin' the newest gear 4 Lines of Wokiana in my cup, we aint doing beer Man yall always do the most but I aint got nothin' to prove in here