Lyrics:
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
Dj khaled, we're the best, nigga we're the best man
Whoo we nikka (listen)
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really
My pen be the weapon causing genocide
Spit a rhyme and kill every rapper with the ink inside
I watch them slip and slide cause stepping here is ill
the same nigga by myself i don't need 100 goons
Been running wit vot that nigga stuck with me like glue
They just want my spot why you mad cuz it ain you
She
(throw that shit, nigga)
A hundred thousand for a show
That's a nice offer, Machine (yo-yo, yo-yo, uh, yo-yo, check)
For the paper, I coordinate
bullet proof
So bullet proof
They know they nothing they be
Trying to criticize all I've done
I see em taking shots one by one
They pull and shoot
I keep
flip rhymes in quick time
From paper to the label where they’re favoring to get signed
You know, at open mics I'd roll the dice
So enticed by the glowing
Coupé
Panoramic roof
License plate read hater proof
I'm always on the move now
Do my money dance
That's how I groove now
Getting checks for what my pen do
This world, my heart, my soul
Things that I don't know
The icicles they grow
They never let me go
Scars are left as proof
But tears they soak
Stuck inside, grab a pen, get the paper out
Stuck inside, find a beat, get the speaker loud
My absent mind, going door to door, like I'm
dismember you
I don't ever bend the truth
You know this pen's the proof you think I'd write it if it wasn't?
Think I'd have time to make a rhyme about nothing
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
.
Proof's in da pudding and dat bakin soda taken,
Paper dat I'm makin, gotta take dem photos naked.
Listenin to niggas like whistlin dat Wendy Williams,
I
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
with em, getting 5-0's, sittin' getting in the wind
For all my homies in the pen
It's back on
My backbone, my wife in my life & down wit a nigga
one, got me pacing
Inspiration to the stroke of my pen on the paper
Let me tell you where I’m at
Tryna make a band off rap
Knowing I could lose it all
wanna be the loudest but I'm the best
To blessed to be stressed
Done know already I pass all test
Lyrical proof vest
Cardiac arrest in your Sunday best
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
pride in
I did away with foolishness
I'm gone live to see a hundred
Proof to you my God exists
The common knowledge
I admit
Might be harder to accept
Than
through the money on a paper chase
Third lane makin plays on the interstate
Dreamin bout this kitty that we finna make
By any means ima make a way
We gon
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
that's blazed by killers
Now the game done changed these niggaz out here praisin squealers
Go Proof - my behavior's iller when tellin the truth
Expunge
roof
Even once had a job pouring tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard no facade its the truth
So now when I Menage and get massaged its the proof
Proofs
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