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Yea
All of you talkers
All of you talkers who keep thinking you're law
You're thinking you're taller
Just get with the walkers or click up with the boss
You want me to fall (No)
Be lesser than y'all (No)
Let me tell you something
I'm not out for comps I stay working on something
As long as there's breath in my lungs (yea)
I've got to build no matter how you're going to feel
Most of y'all walk with a lid
I've got no cap
I ain't trying to focus on haters but I know it is what it is
I look to pillars in Heaven
I've got to pray that my feet are only smashing one head
I've got to work on the map
Back in a snap
I've got to handle some biz
Got nothing but love for you and I ain't hating on
I ain't in no competition trying to see no wrong
Smile on my face when you round here handling biz
Love to see my people win
You know what it is
I encourage you baby make it do what it do
From the bottom of my heart I'm speaking the truth
The heart of a champion blessings over conquer
Bound to conquer anything never put asunder
You're sitting on a gold mine across the finish line
Keep it moving steady pace doing just fine
Keeping focused no time to get side tracked
Don't let you guards down don't get relaxed
You do's that does that gets that gots that
Need you to meditate and fest on that
You do's that does that gets that gots that
Need you to meditate and fest on that
What I got to prove?
I've got to prove what I've got to prove
I get it started
When I get it started I put out the art because
I've got to let loose
This ain't no farce
I go stupid - ajar with the Ocean
A problem that's got to be moved
I'm not the Author
I look to the Father I look to the Father
He's all in the news Yea
What I got to prove?
I've got to prove what I've got to prove
I get it started
When I get it started I put out the art because
Its got to be loosed
This ain't no farce
I go stupid - ajar with the Ocean
A problem that's got to be moved
I'm not the Author
I look to the Father I look to the Father for all that I do
Yea
I've got a problem with all of you talkers
Who always do nothing but stay speaking out
I've got a problem with doubters
Stay casting out shadows
They spot them but can't point them out
I've got a problem with all of you trappers
You're trapping the people but can't let them out
I've got a problem with all of these haters
Hate on the favor
Can't shut me down (no)
I've got shots that will make them pop
Bucket every round
I own the business
Open every route
You can't shut me down
I'm on the top living my own way
Father holds the crown
I ain't got to beg
I give it all that i've got
Working to free up the town (yea)
What I got to prove?
I've got to prove what I've got to prove
I get it started
When I get it started I put out the art because
I've got to let loose
This ain't no farce
I go stupid - ajar with the Ocean
A problem that's got to be moved
I'm not the Author
I look to the Father I look to the Father
He's all in the news Yea
What I got to prove?
I've got to prove what I've got to prove
I get it started
When I get it started I put out the art because
Its got to be loosed
This ain't no farce
I go stupid - ajar with the Ocean
A problem that's got to be moved
I'm not the Author
I look to the Father I look to the Father for all that I do
Yea
Yea
(Instrumental)
What I got to prove?
I've got to prove what I've got to prove
I get it started
When I get it started I put out the art because
Its got to be loosed
This ain't no farce
I go stupid - ajar with the Ocean
A problem that's got to be moved
I'm not the Author
I look to the Father I look to the Father for all that I do
Yea



Авторы: Corey Demon Mills



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