Trnth - All Pro

Cut the chit chatter
No one in your clique matter
I'll get factual end a battle and end a rapper
Before a battle date humiliate the kid
It's a casualty you pussies seeming desperate for a win
False prophecies constantly in your visions
Off top with a flow still topping all your written's
Props from the whole city gotta count for something
They all said that I wouldn't amount to nothing
Now looking back
Who the fuck was on my phone line
New kicks cold wrist on my time
Dripping in my gold like a robbed a gold mine
Old rhymes making money I done blown by
Any local rapper acting like he knows my
Fucking chances I'm the goat for pro minds
And to clarify I been on the front line
Taking shots shooting back undefeated don't mind
Me I'm rhyming mixing melodies
On flow all facts y'all just don't offend a king
All pro mix and master cuz I got bigger dreams
Off road big stacks fuck you and your enemies
Popping bottles taking classes I'm a freak of nature
And by classes I mean real estate with a major
Getting paper not just praying when I need a favor
Motherfuckers acting lazy guess I'll see you later
One dream one love not a commentator
Test me I'm sprung and I'm feeling greater
Full confidence pulling up to a little hater
Crazy how they switch once I'm in their faces
And crazy how they love me when I heard that they were gossiping
Problem with you fakes you ain't profiting
Mom's house homies couch wait til you get tossed out it
I'ma pop out with the vacuumed carpets
In a new whip
Probably just room for your new chick
I'ma make it vroom with
One press light gas tell me does the shoe fit
All lines been proved to this point on I'ma prove this
Real to the bone I'ma hustler
Drop top living is a goal that I must get
Jaguar Beamer maybe get a Tesla
Stop now big dreams do it for the lust of
Money demands mumbling nothing like what is grand
Taking a trip and I'm thinking about France
Spending the week cuz I gotta back
Back to gold
No average at all
All facts no cap I'ma animal
They pass on the cash I'ma cannibal
I'm eating y'all I ain't full
In fact I'm hungry for some competition
Fuck a battle rap diss me if you cowards bitching
I got a higher vision heightening my own
If you writing bout truth
You ain't right in your dome that's facts

Written by:
Gabriel Gutierrez

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