Lyrics:
A REAL ESTATE JUNKY
WHOLESALING EVERYTHING FLIPPING THAT MONEY
THE PROOF IS HERE
THE TRUTH IS HERE
I REMEMBER NIGHTS PRAYING TO GOD TO GET THAT DOPE
was struck by inherited illness but recovered fine
but she still took six months off to spite me!
AND NOW SHE'S DOING IT AGAIN!!!
Reset whore
here fighting 3rd degree
My brothers fighting murder, free to jails, they super active with it
They ain't even got no proof, they point they fingers
My skills be too tight, flow too fly
I'm reaching new heights, while you pass me by
You can't even touch, the bars that I drop
You a novice, while I'm
proof, ain't seen no paperwork
I wasn't even there, lil nigga, how the fuck could you say that
He done killed my blood, I was busy trying to get that get
didn’t have proof, and I didn’t plan my escape
You the only one standing by telling me to stay
You were my alibi
Late last night
There’s a party at my
a wormhole looking for proof?
What does it mean to be alive?
Out here alone
I say, I say, I say I want to be a part of your world
Thinking of you, you, you
me body
But it's paper over pussy, break bread or get from by me
Little mama, you fly, but I'm sharper than all
Save that drama for partner, spendin up
hot
We get by on four hours sleep at night
And we never get tired, only tired of you
So swap an alibi for an alibi
Tonight's the night we all uprise
I
never learned of this dress
The greatest of fashion
Worn by a passionate debutante
Your favorite thing she wears
Scream if you want to scream
Put your
Weed is proof of God
That's what it says on the bathroom wall of the bar where she's singing
Shouldda quit when she was winning
Like when Cassandra
meagre ambitions, their impotent fury
There's bullet proof glass in case there is trouble
No doors in the building between this side and that side.
shadow brush my head,
But there's just moonlight on my bed.
Was he a ghost?
Was he a lie?
That made my body laugh and cry?
Then by my side the proof I
of conquest are atheists
Glory in the highest heaven
Hear... My atonement
We will return to the victorious city
For a proof to the world
Support us, be
wish you never learned of this dress
The greatest of fashion, worn by a passioned Debutante
Left everything she wears
Scream if you want to scream
this saga had no story endin'
It's ghetto heaven, and at the same time hell, shots propel
The one that missed me got Chanel
In the future ruled by
to dinosaur bones
Perform by the elders before the kings thrown
This style has no origin or birth date
And scientists research can not calculate
The great
you proof
Some ask me many questions and wonder my religion
I'm losin my religion, that answer's your decision
Blacks killin blacks, seems to be the new
Don't judge me..don't judge me by my music
And don't judge me bout what you heard about me either
Chamillionaire..listen
Ay, My father was Muslim my
cause I'm a general troop
MC Trag and I'm down the the Juice Crew group
Like a prophet proceedin' a party with direction
Original, the proof is my
O say can you see, by the dawn's early light,
What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming,
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
finally find the courage to come home
I'm beaten by the brother who looks after me
But he really really didn't mean to do it
The proof is flowing through
troops in 1863
now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed
And maintained by national park service trust
at night I walked through those fields
speed and go by me
I focus my energy and throw my chi
You know my steed, Ces the method
Phone full of pics that they kept for reference
I'm moving
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