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g-up – proving ground lyrics

verse 1
i been solo for a minute now the b-tches wanna talk bout how everything i put out is unfinished
it’s crazy when i’m crafting, and i know that i’ve been lacking but i swear i’m working on forgiveness
maybe i don’t need a crew and maybe the real are down to few but the things i’ve been writing are ridiculous
i’ve been thinking bout the drugs and i’ve been messing with some b-tches, man i swear, this lifestyle is vicious
i’ve been feeling like a tenant because every 30 minutes someone else, ask me bout the money
they always actin like i owe them or protect them like a trojan, i’m callin y’all out cause i swear you all are sc-mmy
and now i’m going through this h-ll to finally f-cking prove myself, and now i am and i think that it’s funny
i see through all the fake and i can tell which ones are snakes so i don’t act surprised when you say you don’t love me
get the f-ck off my d-ck, get the f-ck out my face
i can tell that you’re fake, i can tell you’re a snake
slithering past me, tryin to attack me, but trust it won’t work, this ain’t my first day
what if i stayed? what if i left?
what if i finally took my last breath?
would anyone care? would anyone cry?
would the whole world just please, stop feeding me lies?
maybe they’re right, i’ll never make it
feels like i’m in front the whole world naked
i saw me a dream, took the time to shape it
you casted a line and now i feel baited
im getting defensive cause this is my life now
and if you don’t like it, you can get out my life pal
you expect me to be cool but this is how i am now
no one checks in just asks “when i get paid now?”
crazy
i say i’m a rapper, that got the whole place buzzin
back then, i was just heating up the oven
every lyric i release is now too public
for me to hide sh-t, and now they shovin
everyone talking “you betrayed martin”
“and on top of that, you diss your cousin.”
“you’re f-cked up garrett, you ain’t nothin”
“corny -ss white boy, ain’t no one cuffin”
now take a f-ckin minute and back the f-ck up
look at it my way ‘fore you say i’m f-cked up
i got a reason for all it, it’s just hard to speak up
i got pressure on my shoulders, no ice in my cup
i never hit a writer’s block, that’s a lie
crazy look at the time that’s p-ssing by
this is it, dont be asking why
‘fore i take a knife and stab your eye
this is easy, call it lemon squeezy
they runnin back, said they never need me
say i’m skinny but they never feed me
and i’m laying back cause they make me queezy
and i kick to the curb with the flick of my wrist
i know that they p-ssed, took one shot and dont miss
it’s better in bliss, and nah i won’t diss
but step to my girl and you won’t be missed
david, i’m talking to you
this is rap sh-t, i’m talking you
step near her again, you’ll catch the all crew
just like your sister, trust you’ll be screwed
this ain’t a diss, dont get it mixed
this is a promise, it ain’t threat
if you wanna talk, bet i’ll say bet
if you want the court, i’m hitting the net

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