Lyrics Show & Prove - A1 Render

God
Yeah

Tightness in my chest
I need righteous glory
Biting on my neck
Drink it up like N.O.R.E.
White girl, call her Lorde
Her man looks like 40
Now she's my little shorty
Oh my good god
Make your head bob
Slob all on my knob
Her mans name's Rob
He don't got a job
Needless to say I'm a take her from him
You shoot your shot and it bounce off the rim
Bust all in her, you take care of my kids
Alley-oop lob

Know what I got to do
Before it all goes away, can't lose
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove

I got nothing to lose
So I do what I do
And I know that you are so jealous
You know that that ain't on me fellas
Yeah, look at all this cheddar
It goes up like a propeller
And I'm going harder than I have ever
Got a lot of references to my shit in my shit
That's what I do, call me Sting, yeah
For that girl, I won't put on a ring

Know what I got to do
Before it all goes away, can't lose
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove
I got to show and prove