[Intro]
Ayo
Yo, you recording me?
You got me Witt
Aight, listen here
It's Promatic, Salam Wreck, Murder Mitten
You can bet yo' ass it's gonna be on the Promatic album
We're gon' put our heart out here for y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?
See how this game beat us, man
It's that serious shit
(We can make it sound fresh though)
Now, listen to me
[Verse 1: Proof]
I been doin' this shit so long, the game is sayin' "So long"
I'm tryin' to prolong and hold on (Hold on)
And grow strong [?] Nasaan, Nyeem, Kativa, and Shaun
Some don't long, you don't know me homie, roll on (Roll on)
You don't know this game owe me but won't give credit
I feel lonely, pathetic, if only I'd let it get to me, I'm history
No gimmick this is me, I never go to clubs to fight but I fight at clubs
Wrong than a motherfucker, homies say I'm right as fuck (You right as fuck)
With the might I thug with the Midas touch
Slap the butts of the sluts, 'cause they fine as fuck (My mind is stuck)
Y'all think I rhyme to shine, collect dough, and kick it with flows
When I really love to travel with Promatic, my niggas and visit with flows (Flows)
Me and Stuckey share the same dream, Trick-Trick the same
And Royce, he got beef stuck in his brain
My family, one thing to tell ya
Sicknotes, 'Matic and D12, y'all only hurt me with failure, I tell ya
Ayo
Yo, you recording me?
You got me Witt
Aight, listen here
It's Promatic, Salam Wreck, Murder Mitten
You can bet yo' ass it's gonna be on the Promatic album
We're gon' put our heart out here for y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?
See how this game beat us, man
It's that serious shit
(We can make it sound fresh though)
Now, listen to me
[Verse 1: Proof]
I been doin' this shit so long, the game is sayin' "So long"
I'm tryin' to prolong and hold on (Hold on)
And grow strong [?] Nasaan, Nyeem, Kativa, and Shaun
Some don't long, you don't know me homie, roll on (Roll on)
You don't know this game owe me but won't give credit
I feel lonely, pathetic, if only I'd let it get to me, I'm history
No gimmick this is me, I never go to clubs to fight but I fight at clubs
Wrong than a motherfucker, homies say I'm right as fuck (You right as fuck)
With the might I thug with the Midas touch
Slap the butts of the sluts, 'cause they fine as fuck (My mind is stuck)
Y'all think I rhyme to shine, collect dough, and kick it with flows
When I really love to travel with Promatic, my niggas and visit with flows (Flows)
Me and Stuckey share the same dream, Trick-Trick the same
And Royce, he got beef stuck in his brain
My family, one thing to tell ya
Sicknotes, 'Matic and D12, y'all only hurt me with failure, I tell ya
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