prod. sketch
lyrics:
Let the records tell it 
I’m a walking prophecy
I’m stepping way above and fire and wide from what they wanna see
I never tried to be nobody else they all wannabe’s
Different than whatever they imagined so they copy me 

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Hope you know I tried my best
Cause I never tried to flex 
Hard I can’t avoid it when my day to day is getting checks 
Signed me a deal and kept all the publishing working hard these the effects
These niggas be capping bout how they be moving they day to day lazy i’m losing respect 
I’ll teach you a class, tell you my origin story and all and how you can prosper
Documenting all the shit like a movie no acting though we really ballin 
I got the work ethic of like thirty horses I be running shit the way I talk it 
Finally put myself up on the map and I done got these record labels calling 
The stu is my office
I don’t got to report to nobody else done talking
I’m self made bitch I’m well paid and that’s all I care about I’m honest 
Told my momma when I’m wealthy I’mma send her out into the tropics 
They don’t wanna see me healthy and they hate the fact that I been polished

You and me we not the same 
I do all the shit you can’t 
Dropped a couple gears and whipped around y’all had to switch the lanes 
Damier with Prada shades
If I step outside today
I found all these enemies right next to where the dollars made 
Ooooh
I know the jealousy gon’ get you 
Magazines if you got issues
Pray one day that karma hit you like 
Oooh
Can’t stick with you 
And the envy just continues 
They don’t know bout what we been through though

Not The Same [prod. sketch]

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]

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

From apartment to apartment I been living on the run
Tried to leave shit in the past, but it keep on coming up
Vacant lots where I be sitting trynna get this money up
I was rolling with my brodies, know they always show me love
But I know that everything is really out for what it seems
I was stressing with no options here exploding at the seams
If my bro done taught me anything it’s stack by any means 
“Even if you get it dirty there’s a way to make it clean”
Man they don’t know about them nights where I was fed up left alone
My father showed me all the papers said to do it on your own 
I was 15 at the time and been the man inside the own
I was stressing but I promised that I’d make it on my soul
I seen the pain seen the struggle hate to see my mama cry
I was sick and fucking tired trynna barely make it by
You want a difference be the difference words that I be living by
Even if I never make it owe my life to it to try

I was living with my granny had no water in the crib
I’on listen what they say and I’on care bout what they feel
Now they trynna say they sorry
But I’m deaf it’s hard to hear
Through the pain i’m still gon smile like I bought some new veneers
Man it’s okay
Cause now I’m Steppin out i’m fresher than some Colgate 
And on this road I had to make sure that my tolls paid 
I told my mama that I’m fed up with these long days
Uh huh, wait
Tell me if you know the feeling when your back against the wall
Hard for me to shed a tear I’m used to seeing bodies fall 
19 when he passed told that nigga imma ball
Got these chains up on my neck but still ain’t colder than my heart 
Hard for me to love the cash when I got demons in the crib
Skellies deep inside my closet hard to leave em in the rear
I’m still doing what I gotta, I refuse to be in fear
I’m a product of the block I tried to leave, it’s hard to steer

against the wall freestyle [prod. andyr]

purpose.
prod. Bri-C

lyrics:

They don’t tell you when you start that shit gets harder as you grow
I remember rocking starter with my father at the store
Overnight to pay that mortgage got my mama going broke
Ain’t no cash can pay her back but I’m gon try with all I know
Tried to make them proud and crashing out was down bad on the low
Swear depression almost took me had they names in every note
Contemplating real decisions shit be crazy how it goes
Glad I fucked it up because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have seen the score
And this lifestyle got a purpose, I know that shit be worth it
So every day, I wake I’m thankful that I find myself a purpose
Used to take that shit for granted but it’s different now I’m certain
Maybe death around the corner I don’t know he could be lurking

I was only 19 I lost my brother off them drugs 
I was staring at that casket, thinking back to times I loved 
With all the times that’s past you think that shit be better than it was 
Just know that grieving shit be harder when you’re talking about some blood 
When they buzzed me into ICU my heart felt like the beeper 
Intubated and sedated all that pacing made my feet hurt 
My perspective changed on life cause I know everything could be worse 
Wish he never met them niggas that he knew inside of DeWert
Man I’m thankful for my sister all the shit we finally have
Always trynna help her more cause ain’t gon lie she got it bad
All them bills be coming in, always tripled from the last
Getting older, bout that age we taking care of mom and dad
My mama told me that I’m gifted, took a while for me to see it
She believed me with others did it now it’s time to be it
And all the shit I love I know releasing from these demons
And even though I say I’m good I know I never really mean it 

They don’t tell you when you start that shit gets harder as you grow
I remember rocking starter with my father at the store
Overnight to pay that mortgage got my mama going broke
Ain’t no cash can pay her back but I’m gon try with all I know
Tried to make them proud and crashing out was down bad on the low
Swear depression almost took me had they names in every note
Contemplating real decisions shit be crazy how it goes
Glad I fucked it up because if I didn’t I wouldn’t have seen the score
And this lifestyle got a purpose, I know that shit be worth it
So every day, I wake I’m thankful that I find myself a purpose
Used to take that shit for granted but it’s different now I’m certain
Maybe death around the corner I don’t know he could be lurking

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