The Beats, The Rhymes Proof (Ft. Chino XL)

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Ayo
Nigga I do shit you can't do nigga
Just know what
Ayo put me on blast from the top of this joint
I gotchu
Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, yes yes, yes yes y'all
Yes, yes, yes yes y'all, say it, yes yes y'all
It's not my time (Yes yes, yall, sing it yes yes y'all)
It's not too late (Sing it yes yes y'all, sing it yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)
[?] (Sing it yes yes y'all, yes yes y'all)

[Verse 1: Proof]
What does the mic and beat mean to me, it's more than just greenery
It's not what I dream to be, it's savage with thievery
Easily I was sucked in by these labels that fucked me
Over and over with again trying to hold on your publishing
It's not what you think it is, imagine a stinking kid
Fiendin' for a dream and snap and a blink it is
Before ya eyes you and all ya guys then
The toilet rise, oh shit, your wallet dies
You in love with this hip-hop, you don't care when the shit stop
But then the shit stop and you overflow when you get dropped
It's back to the street again, search for the beat again
Find the love again, a piece of paper I need a pen
This is the essence man for me and my blessed friends
Although we on separate ends, Proof got his second wind
But hate what I become feel the venom in my tongue
But I could find myself by the rhythm of the drum