NBA YoungBoy - Proof lyrics

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[NBA YoungBoy - Proof lyrics]

Ayo, Ran
Turn that up!

I've been
I don't even know
When I'm doin' good

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body (O oh)
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like
"I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear
To a place in her mind
No clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof

So much shit I had to face, I'm up to date
I made it through
He dirty
Worked him with that K 'cause he
Got paid and that's so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Christ is in the chain
Got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a nеw Maybach truck over there
Tеn times I ain't drove
I'm sold
That my childhood friend named
Mel on the phone
Right now
He fucked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a
Disease inside his body
I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleep when he asleep
Soon as he call
Pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside
The streets, duckin' bullets
Runnin' home
Long range shots fired
I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel
I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up
But now she with me that I'm on

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like
"I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear
To a place in her mind
No clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof

Sportsinator, terminator, swing with
The Glock
Come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth
Am who I'm not 'til my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not
Who they say I'm is
I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up thirty dollars to
Thirty mil', oh, yeah
My God real
I ain't had my rod, they
Wet up my whole car
Duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade, as a child, I
Had it hard, as a man
I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her
Future, fell out of love
Now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love
She think I'm stupid
(Nah, for real) , bitch
This my girl, what I say, she do it
With a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skippin' school, gotta run from truant
Victim to the streets
He murder shit
He took off, tried to run
I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima
He heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school
But my nigga took the bitch
She wanna go
We tear apart if she ain't cut for this

You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like
"I wanna see you too"
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear
To a place in her mind
No clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof

I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you

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