Sh!T 2 Prove

Whoah Whoah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah As I step on this stage I know i gotta go back to the basics Started all over, I'm back in the basement This is a nightmare, but Freddie vs Jason Fighting this battle with broke got me winded But I keep pushing cuz it's the beginning My time is coming, yeah soon I'll be winning And you can congratulate me when I'm finished Cuz I had the Beamer, my Niggah I lost it I had the jewelry, the money I lost it Dealing with secrets I kept in the closet Creeping up on me I swear I just lost it Losing my mind I can't think I'm exhausted I went from Fiji to drinking out faucets I was a peasant, but thinkin like bosses Now I'm on boss shit This is that raw shit Cutting a few off, but ain't taking losses Yeah, I been ghost, but i swear i ain't lost it Still on my steezy shit I'm staying frosty Waves never die and A.B. Never falling Still got some faith in my bae down in Dublin Love me a country bih accent while fussing Think about her everytime that I'm bucking Fly to Hawaii, making love We ain't fucking, yeah I'm on the move I'm on the move yeah, yeah I'm on the move I'm making moves yeah, yeah I'm making moves Cuz i got shit to prove I'm on the move I'm on the move yeah, yeah I'm on the move I'm making moves yeah, yeah I'm making moves Cuz I got shit to prove Thinking bout music Thinking bout paper Built like a laker Get it on my own I don't need no favors Divorcing with broke Yeah, I'm signing them papers Fuck a front yard Niggah, I want the Akers Property, property Just like the mayor I got a team We all got a dream We close, but not blood But some blood Aquafina Me and my baby love life Martin, Gina Mary my best friend Who coming between us My whole life changed when i knew "I'm a genius" Mary plus lyrics, somebody call Jesus Pick up the pieces No, I'm not teasing Stay to my self No I don't do no tweeting There is no peace, got cheese like a pizza Physical guala, I don't need no visa Roll me a 8th, that bitch louder than keisha Got me on dumb, dumb Look like Mona Lisa Working for credit, not paying for features Spitting that real, I'm about to start preaching Straight from the bottom, I slept in my car Dangerous Niggah, my words leave you scared I was 16 when a Niggah came heartless 19 years old when a Niggah departed Slave to the system, they made me a target Talking bout war, I'm at war with the fathers I can't sing for losing Don't even bother I did my time, now I'm headed to college Mamma, she stressing Yeah, work got her tired Stressing myself Niggah, I just got fired Looking for work, but i can't find a job Fuck 9 to 5, I'ma flip me some sour I'm on the move I'm making moves Handling business from B-More to Cali Got options in Florida, my Cuz in the Valley It was over when i stepped in that galley On a Aircraft, strapped with a shotty That ain't for me, like to speak out my problems To many I.T's Don't come around me PTSD Smoking that broccoli To easy all the pain away Used to have niacin tucked in the locker And that's for a rainy day It's sad all my niggahs had hell to pay I owe you my life, loyalty never fade My boy is my world, I don't play about Zay I got the world on my back Gotta make all these plays Yeah I'm on the move I'm on the move yeah, yeah I'm on the move I'm making moves yeah, yeah I'm making moves Cuz i got shit to prove I'm on the move I'm on the move yeah, yeah I'm on the move I'm making moves yeah, yeah I'm making moves Cuz I got shit to prove