Mayalino - I'm The Proof lyrics

We’re gonna get it, cook it, then sell it I done been to prison, I ain’t scared to go to prison If I die tonight, homie send the kilograms to heaven I done prayed for this life a million times my n***a All this drug money can’t free my n***a We k**ed for it when they k**ed my n***a Grandma praying for me, auntsie praying for me Grandpa watching me, greg gets too Mark and rob rhyme too, man I miss y’all too I don’t rubber band a stack man I rubber band 2 20 more bundles bout a frank millie too Plenty more bundles bout the frank millie 2 Brown baggin in the ashton, feds on our a** Man I’m tryina spend the paper before they endite me If we go into courtroom you know I’m getting life man f** these hoes man they ain’t gonn write me All y’all lying man, y’all ain’t gonn write me You know I’m an earner, it’s 3 in the morning And I’m still gonn serve em Black ruger on me just in case I gotta murder Hit man money just in case I gotta murder Sneaker game murder, …came murder You know I’m going harder, They found the cure but I’m still wearing the condom 2 baby mamas I don’t want em more drama I made 99 bands I ain’t got one problem And I ain’t taped up yet, tell em I’ma stood in up this coke life subject Homie I progress, look at my whole dress Swayin red bottoms got an a** s**ing more dick Count that money b**h get a baby motion See me in the hood, means I’m picking up more checks Homie lost the work man n***a that’s your dick Cut her off the set then leave it on the door step I know where I’m going, I don’t need a f**ing compa** I don’t got tints but the phantom got curtains Coke money, got these bad hoes t**ng Coke money, got these jack boys lurking Coke money, got the feds recordin Coke money, buy me brand new jordans I ain’t worry no bullsh** jump man I’ve been balling since the motherf**ing jump man I keep the shooter just in case they wanna jump me I remember jummin on the bright lights Now I’m the king of the nightlife Bet a half a mill I don’t fight tonight You can see the stamps for the right price I’m addicted to this life on some real sh** I don’t eat with the n***as I don’t starve with I don’t smile with the b**hes that I chill with Just don be the motherf**ing snake rim Blood bath be that motherf**ing crack sh** Feregamo belt buckle on the snakes skin This can’t be life that I’m stuck in Cause all the brand new faces I don’t know them And all the brand new faces I don’t trust them More money, more problems, that’s truth More money, more problems, I’m the proof More money, more problems, that’s truth More money, more problems, I’m the proof