[Intro: Proof]
Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never)
I'ma do whatever I can do (Lay down, lay down)
[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking thе districts (Districts)
Sensless, recklеss behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Chorus: Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
When we aim the gun nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto
Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never)
I'ma do whatever I can do (Lay down, lay down)
[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking thе districts (Districts)
Sensless, recklеss behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Chorus: Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
When we aim the gun nigga, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto
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