"Living Proof" lyrics
(feat. OT The Real)
(Black Saun)
Yah mon
Them hustlin' (One)
Wagwan
Them hustlin'
Rude boy hustlin'
Get the money (Them hustlin')
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
I'm from where they be feedin' they veins, deletin' they pains
And sendin' fire back and forth like a heated exchange
Already close on the target, I just needed the range
I saw the joy from the start and I just needed the pain
I'm from where the trauma and shock could keep you in shame
When niggas die for they block, ain't no street in they name
From where they got off the shot and they keepin' they aim
Makin' every move smart like they feedin' they brains
We preceedin' the flame with the heat in they hands
Where you gotta be somebody if you keepin' they chain
Now it's like takin' the stand ain't depletin' they fame (How?)
It ain't a need to explain if we speak on the game, nigga
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
I been trapped it up, talked heavy, backed it up (Backed it up)
Broke in, grabbed shit up, went home, bagged it up (Bagged it all up)
When he nod off, that's him sayin' "That's the stuff" (Yeah)
When times are hard, my dimes of hard look like Captain Crunch (Crunch)
Bro went from state yards and phone lines to call home (Hello?)
Touched and got a eighteen, the color of a RAW cone (Cone)
I was like a graveyard, I give 'em all stones (Here you go)
Now I'm heavyweight, Sly Stallone mixed with Jon Jones (Boom)
And still I'ma conquer (Still I'ma conquer)
I put H in your hood, like the grill on a Honda (Let's go)
This the work your homie had to double-seal 'cause it's stronger (Uh-huh)
Fetti' got 'em all fallin' out, from Philly to Younkers (Yep)
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
Yah mon
Them hustlin' (One)
Wagwan
Them hustlin'
Rude boy hustlin'
Get the money (Them hustlin')
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
I'm from where they be feedin' they veins, deletin' they pains
And sendin' fire back and forth like a heated exchange
Already close on the target, I just needed the range
I saw the joy from the start and I just needed the pain
I'm from where the trauma and shock could keep you in shame
When niggas die for they block, ain't no street in they name
From where they got off the shot and they keepin' they aim
Makin' every move smart like they feedin' they brains
We preceedin' the flame with the heat in they hands
Where you gotta be somebody if you keepin' they chain
Now it's like takin' the stand ain't depletin' they fame (How?)
It ain't a need to explain if we speak on the game, nigga
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
I been trapped it up, talked heavy, backed it up (Backed it up)
Broke in, grabbed shit up, went home, bagged it up (Bagged it all up)
When he nod off, that's him sayin' "That's the stuff" (Yeah)
When times are hard, my dimes of hard look like Captain Crunch (Crunch)
Bro went from state yards and phone lines to call home (Hello?)
Touched and got a eighteen, the color of a RAW cone (Cone)
I was like a graveyard, I give 'em all stones (Here you go)
Now I'm heavyweight, Sly Stallone mixed with Jon Jones (Boom)
And still I'ma conquer (Still I'ma conquer)
I put H in your hood, like the grill on a Honda (Let's go)
This the work your homie had to double-seal 'cause it's stronger (Uh-huh)
Fetti' got 'em all fallin' out, from Philly to Younkers (Yep)
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl (Get the money)
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl (Hard steppin')
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
This is the living proof of the testimony bag
Crack cocaine, heroin and the fentanyl
Ice, too, and the meth, and the tranqanyl
PCP, meth and freeze up at store we fall
