"Living Proof" lyrics
Lloyd Banks & Benny the Butcher Lyrics
Uh
I done cracked the dial again on your meter, despite your limits
If I was you, I wouldn't rap with me, either, I'm psycho with it
I'm gon' knock a thirty-pack off a hater, you're lipo-kitted
Unavoidable, ironic they take an L like No Limit
Tryna carry weight that's dead'll only hold me back
Sometimes you gotta have a fall out to see the truth, and you showed me that
Freezing my shoulders what I'm coldest at
You see the ones you shit on all on your way out, this life is a cul-de-sac
No surrenders, wish I was born earlier
Put me in the golden era where I can flourish
Me and adversity cruise together
Counted me out again? Yes, who do I owe the pleasure?
Thank you, him, her and whoever
Banks is a wanted man, big up to my band, keep drums in public
I should drop again, three Sundays in June, my sons'll love it
Poison my food for thought, hope my critics become disgusted
These scriptures are one-of-ones, never had a re-run to judge it
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah)
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce (The Butcher comin', nigga)
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth (Me and my nigga Banks, ah)
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (You know how we do it, you know what it is, uh)
I'm the East Side rider in twenty bands of designer
At the fight in Brooklyn, sittin' one row behind Madonna
Don't do me no favors, I'm too gangster to break a promise
I ain't leave the mansion and I spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh (Twenty at Saint Thomas)
Y'all naming rappers I'm better than, but that's irrelevant
'Cause I'm the elephant in the room, even 'round veterans
You probably makin' bread, but don't know how to stack it, do you? (Nah)
I make fifty bands and still go home to a pack of noodles
Had the best work, then got a net worth that they had to Google
I promise that I'll be richer by the time I run back into you, uh
Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga (Me, how?)
You don't wanna see this K and me wavin' you down with it, ah
My record label hate that I hang with these wild niggas
Too focused for that 'cause fractions can't be allowed with us (Uh-uh)
I'm Pac back then, when that nigga played in Juice
Brought the title upstate like when Melo played in 'Cuse, uh
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof
Uh, victory is the greatest treasure, came together
Winning personified, excellence on my name, forever
Money flurries became the weather, rain, whatever
Count up the scars, you'll breathe hard
Way too much pain to measure
Long as I been climbin' for some time, my nigga
Rhyme Pulitzer, compliments of recent contradiction, fifteen pounds of liquor
Ain't you helped me up behind the picture, snuck me time elixir
Prada slippers, this shit's a breeze, let me be honest with ya
Fuck you think I do this for? Attention never moved me none
Funny how envy infiltrate circles, that's where it usually comes
Niggas singin' they soul away, hate what the gangsta movies done
Frontin' pics in the district, you know that ain't where your jewelry from
Never been time for tentative talks
Pray that my pen gives remorse
Pain is my friend on this course
Clones with identical flows
Dense sentimental, hit harder than any physical loss
Splinters from times I been crossed
Imbalanced, chemicals off
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (Proof)
I done cracked the dial again on your meter, despite your limits
If I was you, I wouldn't rap with me, either, I'm psycho with it
I'm gon' knock a thirty-pack off a hater, you're lipo-kitted
Unavoidable, ironic they take an L like No Limit
Tryna carry weight that's dead'll only hold me back
Sometimes you gotta have a fall out to see the truth, and you showed me that
Freezing my shoulders what I'm coldest at
You see the ones you shit on all on your way out, this life is a cul-de-sac
No surrenders, wish I was born earlier
Put me in the golden era where I can flourish
Me and adversity cruise together
Counted me out again? Yes, who do I owe the pleasure?
Thank you, him, her and whoever
Banks is a wanted man, big up to my band, keep drums in public
I should drop again, three Sundays in June, my sons'll love it
Poison my food for thought, hope my critics become disgusted
These scriptures are one-of-ones, never had a re-run to judge it
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops (Ah)
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce (The Butcher comin', nigga)
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth (Me and my nigga Banks, ah)
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (You know how we do it, you know what it is, uh)
I'm the East Side rider in twenty bands of designer
At the fight in Brooklyn, sittin' one row behind Madonna
Don't do me no favors, I'm too gangster to break a promise
I ain't leave the mansion and I spent twenty at Saint Thomas, uh (Twenty at Saint Thomas)
Y'all naming rappers I'm better than, but that's irrelevant
'Cause I'm the elephant in the room, even 'round veterans
You probably makin' bread, but don't know how to stack it, do you? (Nah)
I make fifty bands and still go home to a pack of noodles
Had the best work, then got a net worth that they had to Google
I promise that I'll be richer by the time I run back into you, uh
Beef with a rapper? Explain to me how, nigga (Me, how?)
You don't wanna see this K and me wavin' you down with it, ah
My record label hate that I hang with these wild niggas
Too focused for that 'cause fractions can't be allowed with us (Uh-uh)
I'm Pac back then, when that nigga played in Juice
Brought the title upstate like when Melo played in 'Cuse, uh
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof
Uh, victory is the greatest treasure, came together
Winning personified, excellence on my name, forever
Money flurries became the weather, rain, whatever
Count up the scars, you'll breathe hard
Way too much pain to measure
Long as I been climbin' for some time, my nigga
Rhyme Pulitzer, compliments of recent contradiction, fifteen pounds of liquor
Ain't you helped me up behind the picture, snuck me time elixir
Prada slippers, this shit's a breeze, let me be honest with ya
Fuck you think I do this for? Attention never moved me none
Funny how envy infiltrate circles, that's where it usually comes
Niggas singin' they soul away, hate what the gangsta movies done
Frontin' pics in the district, you know that ain't where your jewelry from
Never been time for tentative talks
Pray that my pen gives remorse
Pain is my friend on this course
Clones with identical flows
Dense sentimental, hit harder than any physical loss
Splinters from times I been crossed
Imbalanced, chemicals off
When it's said and done, I'll be the only one
My drive ain't fueled off love, ain't got to show me none
You niggas got shit but time, just got the Rollies done
And we only run when the police come
A hundred salute, prepare the troops
I'm goin' out on my roof, ain't hear to truce
Don't care to make a friend, rather you hear the truth
Real niggas always regroup, I'm living proof (Proof)
