Lyrics Proof - Harry Mack

Yeah
Damn, still tryna find my footing
I know all this new attention nothing but a good thing
All my life they told me work hard, this what it could bring
Now I guess all I can say, the proof is in the pudding
Work that I put in
Got everybody and their grandma looking
Up my name to fill the flames that I been cooking
They want a witness
They want the digits for the book-in

Unless the money right, I be booking
Opposite direction they pushing
Yes, this life is hard so my kush in
Rolling kush and the swisher
I treat a chick like fluoride when I swish her
Position-switcher, uh
I hit the liquor then lick her
My tongue's the elixir
Enrich her with the Richard
I hope y'all get the picture

See, she was feeling broke till I fixed her
Want me in her life like a fixture
Didn't feel right, so I nixed her
Guess you see the recipe for stress relief assess the chief
It's sex relief until the day I'm left to cease to resting
Peace to my people that's keeping me on track
These distractions are wack
We leaping beyond that
The weed and the cognac
Search for truth in the substance

You seeking the wrong facts
I'm reaching for contact with
Somethin' bigger, somethin' last longer
Somethin' mad stronger
Spell is cast on ya
When I blast on her
Instrumental is the max on her
I let it simmer, now I'm back on you

Like I never left rap
I forever rep, every breath
Better step up your game, we tall as Everest
Of course, you measure less
None amount to me
Gone before you count to three
Go beyond any boundary
Especially when I'm gone after a pound a weed
Chron too strong, I'm an anomaly

This song is astoundingly well-pieced together
And it flows logically
No stopping me
Imma defy that old prophecy

If ever I'm destined to lose, I'm the best in my shoes
Got these rappers asking questions, confused like
"How'd he go from unknown except to a few
To radio interviews and repping with crews
To wrecking the mike on the
Who's next stage at the powerhouse?"
I refuse to be down and out

Every musician choose what they sound about
I chose to kick flows that froze all these clowns accounts
And reroute funds to the ones truly killing it
This is for the one's truly filling it

Yo, chhka-yo, yo
This is for the one's that know
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y'all
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho
It's so wonderful

Hey yo, this is for the ones that know
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y'all
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho, ya

Damn, still trying to find my center
Everybody holding on their breath when I enter
Wasn't the same few months back and I remember
I spit the flames on the tracks and left the embers
It was last December
Cruising sunset right behind that sienna
Now I'm giving birth and my pen's the placenta

Style inventor, new rhythms rented
Venice beach pop-up in all my splendor
Internet trender
But nothing tempo-rary
Harry, never mind, I like a fender-bender agenda
It's stacked in boxes marked "return to sender"
Fast track to fame
Overnight ascender

Making strives
Filling myself and can't nobody break the vibe
Off in the lab you know we keep the vapors live
To me this shit is sacred, I can't take it, why
Do rappers tend to be some of the fakest guys
And tell outrageous lies
And see that you don't need no x-ray, just naked eye
That's why I foul them so flagrant

Sorry to get technical
To me this shit is personal
Your tape it gets ejected fool
You don't respect the rules
Or acknowledge those who came before
Hit my foul limit, I don't play no more
Shoulda' been born back in 84'
Style originator, pure rapper pray to lord while I lay the law
Penetrate your wall, fence, gate or door
Later for haters, I snap on them like a' alligator jaw

Excuse me while I catch my breath
Give the middle finger to these rappers making reckless threats
Why you trying to sesh it off like Inspect the deck
Protect your neck
I pass go and collect 200k views
When I'm ready to collect them checks
Y'all some toddlers writing rhymes on your etch-a-sketch
I'm just a few baby steps from standing next to them
I got the game under pressure, rappers vexed, upset, etcetera
Not impure, I give my whole soul when I'm rapping

Never half-hearted, no half-assing
I have to go hard, it's my passion
No half-and-half in my caffeinated beverage
I'm blackin' (the fuck out)
Same way I used to black out off too many shots
Nowadays, the way I black out earn me plenty prop
Matter fact, Mack blacking out every city block
But you know my clique stay lit, we off the grid
Intoxicated, we often faded, the skills are not debated
They know this game of rap is fucking overpopulated

Too infectious, y'all cannot be inoculated
I couldn't watch Donald Trump get inaugurated
Fuck that, let's build a wall just to block the hatred
Just to block the racists
Cause we only discriminate against the fake rappers
Claim they innovate, really imitate, get it straight
Got them running a fair
Like if we was waving guns in the air
And this is strictly for the ones that's aware

Yo, chhka-yo, yo
This is for the one's that know
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y'all
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho
It's so wonderful

Hey yo, this is for the ones that know
With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow
We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y'all
We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho
So wonderful