prod. sketch.
lyrics:

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

Man it’s hard to put the words together saying how I feel 
Because honestly the ignorance around me never fails
To amaze me
Fuck em though I’m focused on the real 
And they lazy 
I Pick apart they image like a meal 
Niggas crazy
Seen enough, they the bottom tier and that’s a fact 
I ain’t begging for respect but you should know just where it’s at
Niggas talking like they popping when they barely on the map
They be focused on the wrong things all I do is laugh
No pity though I’m finna outwork them
My ear to the streets been connected like a modem
Man I’ll die for this shit, at the top of the totem
They’ll recognize me then but nigga fuck it i’on want em 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best 

On the real they gon know me when I’m gone uh huh
On they heels they afraid of what’s to come uh huh
Got em lurking so they watching where I’m from
Fake as fuck to me whenever showing love uh huh
And I just get frustrated
Inside my head I’m jaded 
Compare myself to other people but I’m never basic 
I put myself in a position where the envy’s weighted 
It’s like a backpack full of bricks to me I fucking hate it 
They say comparison in this world be the thief of joy 
So when I’m pissed off all I know is breathe some more 
It’s the only way I’ll relax and keep my core
Everybody got they own path so seek what’s yours 

Living proof, I’m a testament to patience 
I waited
But I’m so done with that I need the greatness 
Been counted out so many times it’s bugging me I hate it 
Fed up with wasting time though it’s time for me to take it 
Cause when you waste, time
You won’t ever get it back 
So don’t take, mine
Cause it’s money that’s my racks 
I don’t wait, In lines 
Imma get it that’s a fact 
All I know is put one foot in front the other can’t relax 
When they doubt me all I do is say okay and that’s a bet
What’s astounding though to me is that they never getting checks
Proving time and time again that they opinions meaning less
In one ear and out the other doing me that’s for the best

Living Proof [prod. sketch]

FTP
Produced by Bri-C
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Now my brodie out the pen he finally beat the case 
Been thinking trips out to the tropics need to relocate
I’m on the gas I keep the speed been known to push the space 
Them wheels spinning I be grinning everytime they hate 
We keep it moving over here so fuck the past dawg 
No time to make amends I know you missed the call
Ain’t picking up no more it’s time for me to blast off 
This shit too deep for me unless it’s bout the cash dawg 
I’m unforgiving you could never get a second chance 
So come correct about your business I got better plans 
Holy matrimony commas we go hand in hand 
I keep the circle tight no matter what they think of it  

And all the homies been 100 way they go hard 
& When you test us ain’t no 50’s on report cards 
I’m In my bag I keep it pimpin like a goyard 
I’ll live it lavish you gon see me like the North Star 
Cause I be shining on the regular should prolly get protection 
I be paranoid they like to creep up when you least expect it 
They gon pray I never get it way too late I’m near the finish 
I’m ignited what’s inside of me’s combustible you get it 
I be fired up
Until the times up 
Cut you from the circle had to get a lineup 
They get defensive when they thought they was the guy huh
But the reality is you could never size up, uhh

Now my brodie out the pen he finally beat the case 
Been thinking trips out to the tropics need to relocate
I’m on the gas I keep the speed been known to push the space 
Them wheels spinning I be grinning everytime they hate 
We keep it moving over here so fuck the past dawg 
No time to make amends I know you missed the call
Ain’t picking up no more it’s time for me to blast off 
This shit too deep for me unless it’s bout the cash dawg 
I’m unforgiving you could never get a second chance 
So come correct about your business I got better plans 
Holy matrimony commas we go hand in hand 
I keep the circle tight no matter what they think of it

FTP [Prod. Bri-C]

Last Dance

Drafty freestyle
Produced by Bri-C
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freestyle sorry no lyrics ♡

Drafty freestyle [prod. bri-c]

Conley x Bri-C - from the floor

DONT CRY

Senior Year

NERVOUS

Self made

we gon be ok (+ 777facada & migra1ne)

art is a form of getting rid of the subconscious. enjoy

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