Cranston - Prove A Point

Man I don't even believe her
Last chick say she die for me
She turned into the reaper
Had the nerve to even cry man
Dem tears they was deceiving
Cool nigga why you lie
Now you watching
From the bleachers
Now you watching
From the bleachers
Man I don't even believe her
Last chick say she die for me
She turned into the reaper
Had the nerve to even cry man
Them tears they was deceiving
Cool nigga why you lie
Now you watching
From the bleachers
Could've drowned
In the franklins
Have you singing like Aretha
And now you need me
I'm in the booth
And I'm spitting ether
I don't need ya
My heart is cold
Just like it's keisha
Keep them people
My thoughts is bold
Don't need a sequel
Niggas round me
Carry the chrome
That shit is lethal
Cuz niggas tried
Sending us home
They heart is evil
Paper plains
I bully em all
Like Benny Siegel
Translucent shit
I see them through all
You niggas see through
So fuck it
If they want static
We let em have it
Drive by
Shooting like Dirk and
We in a maverick
Five guys
If they want beef
Then we give em platters
She top five
Shorty want the D
Then I'm in her bladder
Gah damn
That's that boy Cranston
Heard he stacking do
So he can buy his fam a mansion
When he hit the flo
And All the bitches
Get the dancing
Even momma friends
Shoot they shot
They say I'm handsome
I'm just plotting
Idea jotting
To get a ransom
Generational getting cream
To give to grandson
Niggas hate me tho
I ain't tripping
Cuz if I ran up
Nigga hands up
You gone make me
Fuck yo plans up
I Left you on read
Just to prove a point
Got yo bestie in the bed
Just to prove a point
Now We saying fuck the feds
Just to prove a point
Cuz they left our niggas dead
Just to prove a point
I Only hang with the real
Just to prove a point
Cuz dem niggas in the field
Just prove a point
You Gotta stack you gotta build
Just to prove a point
I'm Saying fuck how you feel
Just prove a point

Written by:
Cranston Claggett

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