
Can’t Have A Moment’s Peace Proof
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[Intro: Proof]
Ah hah!
I hear the shit you talking nigga
I'm tryna get right at you
So only you and me know what's really going on, right?
So I'ma say what I say (Oh yeah!)
And I ain't gon' say your name (Ever so mad!)
Hah hah! I know you need help nigga
Hah hah!
[Verse 1: Proof]
Ayo your career need answers so the Champ is here
Most of these fools wear Pampers so I 'vamp their careers
Oops I stand corrected, they never made one appear
So, I lower my standards and spit what they wanna hear
Go get your jaw broke and flesh swolen
You has-been, never was nigga, niggas is [?]
Spittin' venom about my finances are weak disses
My heat kisses your temple with simple, incomplete wishes
Dreams and goals
I been here for a while motherfucker, shit I've seen you 'fo'
[?] humble, wouldn't fly over a jungle
Bitch boy still inside the struggle
No scuffle, you don't wanna punch a Glock
He mad at me, I can see 'cause he still gotta punch a clock
What's on top being shot? Shit, learning I'ma animal
And that street shit you talking? I'ma let my momma handle you, bitch
Ah hah!
I hear the shit you talking nigga
I'm tryna get right at you
So only you and me know what's really going on, right?
So I'ma say what I say (Oh yeah!)
And I ain't gon' say your name (Ever so mad!)
Hah hah! I know you need help nigga
Hah hah!
[Verse 1: Proof]
Ayo your career need answers so the Champ is here
Most of these fools wear Pampers so I 'vamp their careers
Oops I stand corrected, they never made one appear
So, I lower my standards and spit what they wanna hear
Go get your jaw broke and flesh swolen
You has-been, never was nigga, niggas is [?]
Spittin' venom about my finances are weak disses
My heat kisses your temple with simple, incomplete wishes
Dreams and goals
I been here for a while motherfucker, shit I've seen you 'fo'
[?] humble, wouldn't fly over a jungle
Bitch boy still inside the struggle
No scuffle, you don't wanna punch a Glock
He mad at me, I can see 'cause he still gotta punch a clock
What's on top being shot? Shit, learning I'ma animal
And that street shit you talking? I'ma let my momma handle you, bitch
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