Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Proof, artist - Harry Mack.
Date of issue: 03.04.2017
Song language: English
Proof |
Yeah |
Damn, still trying to find my footing |
I know all this new attention nothing but a good thing |
All my life they told me work hard, this what it could bring |
Now I guess all I can say, the proof is in the pudding |
Work that I put in |
Got everybody and their grandma looking |
Up my name to fill the flames that I been cooking |
They want a witness |
They want the digits for the book-in |
Unless the money right, I be booking |
Opposite direction they pushing |
Yes, this life is hard so my kush in |
Rolling kush and the swisher |
I treat a chick like fluoride when I swish her |
Position-switcher, uh |
I hit the liquor then lick her |
My tongue’s the elixir |
Enrich her with the Richard |
I hope y’all get the picture |
See, she was feeling broke till I fixed her |
Want me in her life like a fixture |
Didn’t feel right, so I nixed her |
Guess you see the recipe for stress relief assess the chief |
It’s sex relief until the day I’m left to cease to resting |
Peace to my people that’s keep me on track |
These distractions are wack |
We leaping beyond that |
The weed and the cognac |
Search for truth in the substance |
You seeking the wrong facts |
I’m reaching for contact with |
Somethin' bigger, somethin' last longer |
Somethin' mad stronger |
Spell is cast on ya |
When I blast on her |
Instrumental is the max on her |
I let it simmer, now I’m back on you |
Like I never left rap |
I forever rep, every breath |
Better step up your game, we tall as Everest |
Of course, you measure less |
None amount to me |
Gone before you count to three |
Go beyond any boundary |
Especially when I’m gone after a pound a weed |
Chron too strong, I’m an anomaly |
This song is astoundingly well-pieced together |
And it flows logically |
No stopping me |
Imma defy that old prophecy |
If ever I’m destined to lose, I’m the best in my shoes |
Got these rappers asking questions, confused like |
«How'd he go from unknown except to a few |
To radio interviews and repping with crews |
To wrecking the mike on the |
Who’s next stage at the powerhouse?» |
I refuse to be down and out |
Every musician choose what they sound about |
I chose to kick flows that froze all these clowns accounts |
And reroute funds to the ones truly killing it |
This is for the one’s truly filling it |
Yo, chhka-yo, yo |
This is for the one’s that know |
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow |
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all |
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho |
It’s so wonderful |
Hey yo, this is for the ones that know |
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow |
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all |
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho, ya |
Damn, still trying to find my center |
Everybody holding on their breath when I enter |
Wasn’t the same few months back and I remember |
I spit the flames on the tracks and left the embers |
It was last December |
Cruising Sunset right behind that Sienna |
Now I’m giving birth and my pen’s the placenta |
Style inventor, new rhythms rented |
Venice Beach pop-up in all my splendor |
Internet trender |
But nothing tempa-rary |
Harry, never mind, I like a fender-bender agenda |
It’s stacked in boxes marked «return to sender» |
Fast track to fame |
Overnight ascender |
Making strives |
Filling myself and can’t nobody break the vibe |
Off in the lab you know we keep the vapors live |
To me this shit is sacred, I can’t take it, why |
Do rappers tend to be some of the fakest guys |
And tell outrageous lies |
And see that you don’t need no x-ray, just naked eye |
That’s why I foul them so flagrant |
Sorry to get technical |
To me this shit is personal |
Your tape it gets ejected fool |
You don’t respect the rules |
Or acknowledge those who came before |
Hit my foul limit, I don’t play no more |
Shoulda' been born back in 84' |
Style originator, pure rapper pray to lord while I lay the law |
Penetrate your wall, fence, gate or door |
Later for haters, I snap on them like a' alligator jaw |
Excuse me while I catch my breath |
Give the middle finger to these rappers making reckless threats |
Why you trying to sesh it off like Inspectah Deck |
Protect your neck |
I pass go and collect 200k views |
When I’m ready to collect the checks |
Y’all some toddler writing rhymes on your Etch-a-Sketch |
I’m just a few baby steps from standing next to them |
I got the game under pressure, rappers vexed, upset, etcetera |
I give my whole soul when I’m rapping |
No half-hearted, no half-assing |
I have to go hard, it’s my passion |
No half-and-half in my caffeinated beverage |
I’m blackin' (the fuck out) |
Same way I used to black out off too many shots |
Nowadays, the way I black out earn me plenty prop |
Matter fact, Mack blacking out every city block |
But you know my clique stay lit, we off the grid |
Intoxicated, we often faded, the skills are not debated |
They know this game of rap is fucking overpopulated |
Too infectious, y’all cannot be inoculated |
I couldn’t watch Donald Trump get inaugurated |
Fuck that, let’s build a wall just to block the hatred |
Just to block the racists |
Cause we only discriminate against the fake rappers |
Claim they innovate, really imitate, get it straight |
Got them running a fair |
Like if we was waving guns in the air |
And this is strictly for the one that aware |
Yo, chhka-yo, yo |
This is for the one’s that know |
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow |
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all |
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho |
It’s so wonderful |
Hey yo, this is for the ones that know |
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow |
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all |
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho |
So wonderful |