LoveOfPharaoh - Something To Prove

Something to prove like I'm Cochran
Direct me I'm doing the opposite
Say it, I do it, I conquer it
Nothing get through when im like locking in
Rocking frank mueller and mockensons
She fuck me like its the apocalypse
She got man and he's not equip
I'm always the side, but I'm not a simp
Since hilltop I had me some tunnel vision
I aint go slow till 900 million
They call my name when I'm the building
All of bitches get none my feelings
Real in a crib up in ATL
Tore up my city like ACLs
These guys couldn't even do ABCs
Pay no attention like ADD
Riding through fields in a ATV
Momma couldn't even get a TV
Now bitches get wet at my presence
I might gone teach you some lessons
Give up this life for simpler one
Ain't got no hurt we gone get you some
No I don't smile I'm forever mad
I am who I am and I never asked

We got lovers
We got haters
All of that shit doesn't phase us
Upgraded, my latest
Putting the marks on the pavement

Whoa
The early bird get first
Whoa
I'm fresh in a Gucci shirt
Whoa
The oops are envious
Whoa
We are the champions

Something to prove like a journalist
I blame it on all my internal shit
Gimme a beat and I murder it
My attitude is on permanent
Im playing the field, and you checkers im chess
Need to be great I could never be less
And I give it to god I could be strung
Get so much brain I could never be dumb
I'm lacking compassion and empathy
It ain't no more rappers ahead of me
While you were on perkys and ketamine
I been fulfilling my destinies
She ride the boat when its Hennessy
Your shorty a groupie allegedly
Im riding the wave off my second peak
Hold up... legend speak
Let the legend preach
AP he got a extendo piece
Yeah im the truth like I'm wiki-leaks
I know that me and my dick a beast
I need you back about 50 feet
Only my mental can give me piece
Me and my dawgs are a different breed
Got a spot in your head and were living free

We got lovers
We got haters
All of that shit doesn't phase us
Upgraded, my latest
Putting the marks on the pavement

Whoa
The early bird get first
Whoa
I'm fresh in a Gucci shirt
Whoa
The oops are envious
Whoa
We are the champions

Written by:
Josiah Kakish

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