Текст песни SH!T 2 PROVE - A Bizzy

Whoah
Whoah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah

As I step on this stage
I know i gotta go back to the basics
Started all over, I'm back in the basement
This is a nightmare, but Freddie vs Jason
Fighting this battle with broke got me winded
But I keep pushing cuz it's the beginning
My time is coming, yeah soon I'll be winning
And you can congratulate me when I'm finished
Cuz I had the Beamer, my Niggah I lost it
I had the jewelry, the money
I lost it
Dealing with secrets I kept in the closet
Creeping up on me
I swear I just lost it
Losing my mind I can't think
I'm exhausted
I went from Fiji to drinking out faucets
I was a peasant, but thinkin like bosses
Now I'm on boss shit
This is that raw shit
Cutting a few off, but ain't taking losses
Yeah, I been ghost, but i swear i ain't lost it
Still on my steezy shit
I'm staying frosty
Waves never die and A.B. Never falling
Still got some faith in my bae down in Dublin
Love me a country bih accent while fussing
Think about her everytime that I'm bucking
Fly to Hawaii, making love
We ain't fucking, yeah

I'm on the move
I'm on the move yeah, yeah
I'm on the move
I'm making moves yeah, yeah
I'm making moves
Cuz i got shit to prove
I'm on the move
I'm on the move yeah, yeah
I'm on the move
I'm making moves yeah, yeah
I'm making moves
Cuz I got shit to prove

Thinking bout music
Thinking bout paper
Built like a laker
Get it on my own
I don't need no favors
Divorcing with broke
Yeah, I'm signing them papers
Fuck a front yard
Niggah, I want the Akers
Property, property
Just like the mayor
I got a team
We all got a dream
We close, but not blood
But some blood Aquafina
Me and my baby love life
Martin, Gina
Mary my best friend
Who coming between us
My whole life changed when i knew "I'm a genius"
Mary plus lyrics, somebody call Jesus
Pick up the pieces
No, I'm not teasing
Stay to my self
No I don't do no tweeting
There is no peace, got cheese like a pizza
Physical guala, I don't need no visa
Roll me a 8th, that bitch louder than keisha
Got me on dumb, dumb
Look like Mona Lisa
Working for credit, not paying for features
Spitting that real, I'm about to start preaching
Straight from the bottom, I slept in my car
Dangerous Niggah, my words leave you scared
I was 16 when a Niggah came heartless
19 years old when a Niggah departed
Slave to the system, they made me a target
Talking bout war, I'm at war with the fathers
I can't sing for losing
Don't even bother
I did my time, now I'm headed to college
Mamma, she stressing
Yeah, work got her tired
Stressing myself Niggah, I just got fired
Looking for work, but i can't find a job
Fuck 9 to 5, I'ma flip me some sour
I'm on the move
I'm making moves
Handling business from B-More to Cali
Got options in Florida, my Cuz in the Valley
It was over when i stepped in that galley
On a Aircraft, strapped with a shotty
That ain't for me, like to speak out my problems
To many I.T's
Don't come around me
PTSD
Smoking that broccoli
To easy all the pain away
Used to have niacin tucked in the locker
And that's for a rainy day
It's sad all my niggahs had hell to pay
I owe you my life, loyalty never fade
My boy is my world, I don't play about Zay
I got the world on my back
Gotta make all these plays
Yeah

I'm on the move
I'm on the move yeah, yeah
I'm on the move
I'm making moves yeah, yeah
I'm making moves
Cuz i got shit to prove
I'm on the move
I'm on the move yeah, yeah
I'm on the move
I'm making moves yeah, yeah
I'm making moves
Cuz I got shit to prove