Manicx_x - Nothing to Prove

Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Ive got
Nothing to prove
But I still do
But I still do
But I still do
You got the clue

Step up to the ring
Mike Tyson on the stereo
Eighteen old king
Taking turns like a merry go
Taking your girl
She a fling got to let it go
Minimal bling
Still brighter than your future tho
Kill writers
Turn them into ghosts no rider
Say your lines suck No liar
Gotta keep my heights held higher
Back to old things
Never need those gold rings
Supreme n hype beast they old things
Butterflies grow our own wings
Makings waves like the o-cean
6 months down never go back
Own producer never buy tracks
Fans produce that nice splash
So I bring the hits that get cash

Nothing to prove
Nothing to prove
Ive got
Nothing to prove
But I still do
But I still do
But I still do
You got the clue

Back on track no slack better recap
Got my sights sent on getting those big stacks
Step back think Quick never been a secret
Making tracks with truth guess its just instinct
New wave New lane
Manic spitting quick Better get frames
Get a few hits make that 10k
X dash X bout to take aim OH
Might touchdown But im dreaming
You act real but your scheming
Don't need that so im leaving
Don't call me for a meeting
Never slow down hit the shows now
Taking up shop better close down
Got no stress sleep so sound
Hope it keeps up gonna get crowned
Still so fresh trying find my own sound
Working for cash one day ill get found
They way your going you won't be around
See you in the future if you make it out now
Peace

Written by:
Ben Pearson

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