Mayalino - I'm The Proof lyrics

rate me

We’re gonna get it, cook it, then sell it

I done been to prison, I ain’t scared to go to prison

If I die tonight, homie send the kilograms to heaven

I done prayed for this life a million times my nigga

All this drug money can’t free my nigga

We killed for it when they killed my nigga

Grandma praying for me, auntsie praying for me

Grandpa watching me, greg gets too

Mark and rob rhyme too, man I miss y’all too

I don’t rubber band a stack man I rubber band 2

20 more bundles bout a frank millie too

Plenty more bundles bout the frank millie 2

Brown baggin in the ashton, feds on our ass

Man I’m tryina spend the paper before they endite me

If we go into courtroom you know I’m getting life man

Fuck these hoes man they ain’t gonn write me

All y’all lying man, y’all ain’t gonn write me

You know I’m an earner, it’s 3 in the morning

And I’m still gonn serve em

Black ruger on me just in case I gotta murder

Hit man money just in case I gotta murder

Sneaker game murder, ...came murder

You know I’m going harder,

They found the cure but I’m still wearing the condom

2 baby mamas I don’t want em more drama

I made 99 bands I ain’t got one problem

And I ain’t taped up yet, tell em I’ma stood in up this coke life subject

Homie I progress, look at my whole dress

Swayin red bottoms got an ass sucking more dick

Count that money bitch get a baby motion

See me in the hood, means I’m picking up more checks

Homie lost the work man nigga that’s your dick

Cut her off the set then leave it on the door step

I know where I’m going, I don’t need a fucking compass

I don’t got tints but the phantom got curtains

Coke money, got these bad hoes twerking

Coke money, got these jack boys lurking

Coke money, got the feds recordin

Coke money, buy me brand new jordans

I ain’t worry no bullshit jump man

I’ve been balling since the motherfucking jump man

I keep the shooter just in case they wanna jump me

I remember jummin on the bright lights

Now I’m the king of the nightlife

Bet a half a mill I don’t fight tonight

You can see the stamps for the right price

I’m addicted to this life on some real shit

I don’t eat with the niggas I don’t starve with

I don’t smile with the bitches that I chill with

Just don be the motherfucking snake rim

Blood bath be that motherfucking crack shit

Feregamo belt buckle on the snakes skin

This can’t be life that I’m stuck in

Cause all the brand new faces I don’t know them

And all the brand new faces I don’t trust them

More money, more problems, that’s truth

More money, more problems, I’m the proof

More money, more problems, that’s truth

More money, more problems, I’m the proof.