None Left to Prove (feat. Beloved King David)
Frank Lucra
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Man I'm T'd Man I'm Shmizzed Man I'm Drunk Shit Goddamn Don't give a f*ck Ight' Frankie Lu I was high up in the stu' Y'all was hatin' on em Just a youngin' tryna get off moves I ain't got no shit to prove But they study all my moves Tryna dissect my select ways of which I do I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I refuse Nah I don't want your money bitch These clout chasin' hoes tryna get up in my circle shit Man I'm through with it What did Surf say bad bitch work at Subway making tuna fish Nah bitch I'm through with this Had to Uno out my truthfulness Cause I can't trust a soul when they put me in my mode When it's BTL on go man they won't ever show I'm with Vash right now he done held it down so long Man I'm through with this No new friends like you thought it was a Drake song I'ma make em know my name like I'm Trey Songz I'm your momma' favorite artist like my name was Ray Charles Droppin' all these hits like I'm locked up I'm Akon Ight' Frankie Lu I was high up in the stu' Y'all was hatin' on 'em Just a youngin' tryna get off moves I ain't got no shit to prove But they study all my moves Tryna dissect my select ways of which I do I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I got nothing left to prove I refuse I'm the shit yeah Better not forget that You can get your wig pushed back And please do not forget that Got a couple shooters I'm too busy I won't do it You can get fucked up and thrown in back a fucking Buick All I wanna do is get these racks and make this music All I wanna do is f*ck that bitch and keep it moving Wait let me get real fucking great I'm in the fucking dirty south Eating beats just like some cake Smoking weed so now I'm baked Ruffling round my pockets for my keys I'm tryna skate Swinging in the Civic me and David we deranged Bitch I'm popping, cuz peeped out the window and popped him I was at the crib chilling with my bitch, we smoked, we watching Steven universe or sum Well f*ck it, it's straight nonsense She know I f*ck with her cause I got options I could have any bitch in the world, if I talk to her like my poppa Niggas was cool when I was a sophomore, the roles switched I'm quiet and they talk more What the f*ck is up Little nigga what's up in my cup This that kool-aid, ion drink ion like to get stuck But I be off the weed, off the Dodie Nigga what you mean, you not my homie I'm with the gang, BTL Oh my god, leave me lonely
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