Lyrics A Lot to Prove - Adam John

Yeah
Trapping out the sticks (trap it up)
Wrapping up a brick (wrap it up)
Patek on my wrist (Philippe)
VVS I'm lit (I'm lit)
I don't really know what else to say about it
Had to get it out the mud I dug my way up out it
I remember I was broke aint have no paper round me
I aint living like before now every day I'm counting
My team solid as they come don't keep no fake around me
If they don't know me I don't care bout what they say about me
(Fuck em)
Facts I've been flipping packs
Took a bag of perkies and I turned it to some rackiez
Rolling round my city with some honeys in the backseat
Gun up on my lap in case they run up on my ass please
Man I wish to God they would homie this aint Hollywood
I will really come around and pop you in your shit
So watch your move
You would probably kill yourself
If you went through what I been through
Still got A lot to prove
You would probably feel yourself
If you were really popping too
Miss me with the fuck shit uh
Told the bank teller hit me with them hunnits
Rolly on me when I pulled up to the function
Your bitch hit me she like hurry are you coming
She said she was with her best friend but she wasn't
I could see your message thread when we were fucking
Put The Weeknd on and hit it like a bludgeon
Pulled it out her mouth and put it in her stomach
You don't get that city price because your cake is kiddie sized
Bad bitch pretty eyes titties cost her fifty five
Since I put the drugs down pussy money get me high
I aint fuck your baby mama yet because I didn't try
If I gotta do some time then they all know that I'm gon ride
That boy claim that he my slime but that boy aint no friend of mine

If he cross the line with me then Ima leave him penalized
Hit him in his face until he cannot be identified
I was really on that stand when motherfuckers testified
I was in that cell now I don't got no more tears left to cry
Grinding like a Mennonite I don't go to bed at night
I'll be in that booth until there aint no voice that's left of mine
(Dead or live)
That's real life I kill mics
Till they understand what to suffer really feels like
Half these fucking rappers couldn't see me on a chill night
I just cook em all up then I serve em like it's meal time
You aint on my level homie I put in that real time
They don't fuck with shit you making they actually feel mine
Ouchea with them players really standing on the field line
And we finna blow like we standing on a field mine
Oops I meant a mine field either way my vibes real
When my city heard me play they started running fire drills
Bought that bitch some Prada just to fuck her in some high heels
Misaligned her back and then I asked her how her spine feels
Adam is the name I'm what happened to the game
I bout had it witchu lames such a savage in the brain
My mind is such an obstacle to understand's impossible
A pocket full of knowledge with a rocket full of fossil fuel
Not probable that you will ever understand my logic fool
I'm not the dude you thought you knew
There's so much yet I've got to prove
(I'm not the dude you thought you knew)
(There's so much yet I've got to prove)