Living Proof
Temple
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This on some real shit... Ya heard Not too sentimental... Just some real shit you feel me... Yoo... Yooo... Yoo... Yooo... F*ck these connections Disrespect me An I'll break ya neck b I'm straight flexing Pushing reps in Bigger by the second No attention to the wrong unless that wrong was needed Michael Jackson flow inside this bitch I just need to beat it I'm talking time Hard work Plus that dedication I ain't playin Ain't no games Ain't no PlayStation Deeper I'm diving Like ASAP I continue striving Diving off the board to jump... Can't be corrupted by conniving Dodging bullets like the matrix... Why am I being shot at... I stay moving day by day My hustle can't be attacked... I stay attached to the struggle like an old past Remembering where I started On my way to make my future last Stuck in traffic Mind twirling into fucking circles Writing writing Like its letters to the winners circle Tryna stack this bread I'm coming up Now just watch No watch on my wrist So the roley don't tick tock Flocking No birds Crossing No lines Praying To god Ima get mine My time To shine I put that On my Death bed I will make it... Yet till I'm satisfied Fulfilling this dying goal My wish My toll I'll pay them both My heart Plus power I'm Getting close Proof I'm living Dying sins Can they can be forgiven... Dark paths in my ledger Lemme end em quickly... On to something new like Wiz and Ty But got the same old... Nigga that's me Maxi mizing my money by by by tenfold... Ughhh... I keep it moving cause these niggas pressed... Like I'm Nicki Minaj You fucking with the best... Just in guy form Legends die long Made no sense? I'm talking platform Tupac Biggie Wish they seen another... Day... No mack eleven But got lyrics Ima let em spray... Goosebumps growing Feel I'm getting closer by the day... Passing through The dark times in my life... Never struggled Unless it was school... Man I had to fight On these battles with my self It's been the same shit... Music popping We stay lit Ain't no lame shit... Got the tricks With my keys Up my sleeve I finesse The best Rolling deep... Myself And only me... Slay tracks To the max No take back season... Killing off these microphones The pain they receiving... Can't stop I hate giving up too easily Bullshit thoughts The doubts I'm making money I picture that easily Go back to that... I got it Rapping in a new way Call me a prodigy Haters in the building What they want? Still an option No matter who they are They gone still think you poppin... Whips you coppin... Jewelry poppin No stoppin Keep the views up Overflowin Pilin Crazy stylin Flashy This and that Get that bag No stopping that All that's facts Yea... Maybe I was a bit extra Had to freshen my breath up Pun intended Temple still here bringing pressure Counted half That was sitting on my dresser Still the phonies gone talk And all the real ones gone walk Them wannabees that stalk Moving No stops... Red flags That's a pause End of the day Not worried bout y'all Ughh... Now... You see me... Living like it's a trap Mindset... Gotta keep that on the track Buss back The living proof in that...
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