Blade Brown - The Proof lyrics

[Break] [Verse 1] They won't be happy till they make me put my gloves on That's all, bet's off, all love gone These little n***as can't find where I've gone That's why they could never shine where I've shone I've gone to hell and back a few times Blocked off main roads daytime, one opp, two nines Give a f** if Trident saw it Discharge it like I had a license for it Uh, he who chats the worst sh** gets first hit There's no chance for doctos to nurse it When I select it, slide it, burst it Corpse it, morgue it, hearse it Hurry come pricks chatting air in the booth But where the f** were they when I was here in my youth? We can all talk gangster and swear it's the truth So when you see 'em, ask 'em, where is the proof? [Break] [Verse 2: Corleone] Cause I've never known you pricks to be shooting You fashion who*es better stick to Louboutin I'm quick getting loot in, got 'em sick sniffing I'm your plug's plug, I've got that Nick Griffin From Gateshead to Aldershot, I'm licking all the shops But don't dial me till you can afford a box Rolex with all the rocks? That's yesterday Gave 'em the masterpiece and they had less to say Imagine me caring what n***as are wearing What pricks are gossiping, what sh** they're hearing What sh** they're chatting and what life they're swearing What chicks they're hitting and what whips they're steering What bricks they're flipping and what Ps they're sharing What sticks they're popping and what pricks they're scaring Corleone's GB to the bone marrow Violate? Headshot, blown mile [Break] [Verse 3: Blade Brown] Got the whole industry mad at me, I said I ain't lying when I'm talking 'bout the Gs I've fed Don't ask if a n***a really squeeze that lead Put pressure on the work, yeah, we squeeze them Zs Yeah before all this rapping, it's clapping and kidnapping Then we went to trapping, stacking, brick wrapping Go and ask them boys what happened One minute they were chatting, next, guns clapping Probably violated, that's why they say they don't feel us It's funny nowadays how everybody the trillest Come from a background of real n***as Robbers that rob robbers, k**ers that k** k**ers And I ain't got time for a draw-out, probably lick four out And now you can't even the score out And no, I'm not the one you can call out Young gunner with me and he's down to go all-out [Break]