I GOT TO PROVE IT

I keep on flippin, knowing well that all my diamonds ain’t crippin’

Shooting with guns I’am straight out vanilla I cannot complain I’m from where they be shippin

I keep on putting them packs in my bag I keep on shooting my sins to the end, fuck what you say cause I ain’t doing xans.

I ain’t a tank Imma do what I can and I show It to them buddy I got to prove It, I got to prove It.

Baby I got to prove It, I don’t know where but they be taking bricks to the staff,

I don’t got nothing no shit. They call me Lc on lc they can’t flip my name still knowing I’m making hits.

Fuckin around with my family I feel ashamed I wanna catch you lil bitch, huh I got to prove It.