Proof, Bizarre - Ostrage Trot lyrics
[Proof, Bizarre - Ostrage Trot lyrics]
Ey yo from the politicians to D12
From the revelations of Heaven all
The way to Hell sun is dying
I ain't trying to go as long as my grandpa
Give the kids the answer
"I had a fight with cancer"
I'm out, please, pass the transfer
Don't hold me for ransom
Tell Myra her grandson couldn't take it
Whoever knew all these years I
Grew and wouldn't make it
Tell me if the hood is sacred
Then display hell on the block
Snitches, switches, ambitions
Now you tell 'em to cock
My future fell on my props
But pop jetted like North West
Of course sex was all he expected
Neglected our door step
(Now I feel rejected) so I turn to drugs
Burning but learned I was stuck with reality
Nothing to hold me down
They fuckin' with gravity
Iron right like they hit on Iron Mike
Tryna die tonight
Can't think of one good reason why
That fuck should try to fight
And by the life of my children
That sit with great women
And it ain't that I'ma loser bitch
I just hate winnin'
It's in the bottom of the eighth inning
Swingin' and ain't hittin'
The top up of the night
It's almost over we ain't pitchin'
You ain't even listen the top of the knife
And bitch we ain't pitchin' pitchin'
Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)
I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)
Where's the flames or is Heaven smoking?
(Is it smoking?)
Asking God, does He really know me?
(Do you really know me?)
And what the fuck I wanna be here for?
My friends got money
But it's like they wanna see me poor
But like that homie
Shit ain't gon' be no more
'Cause, I'ma take you to slope
So you could see me go
It's like scrappin' with a homeless
Man for his space
It's like a enemy from your past
But you don't know his face that's it
Nothing clever the chorus really listen to it
Ain't no gimmick to it
War we can get into it
Fuck this game, real shit you didn't do it
This game is a drug, I'ma OD for ya
Vomit the industry lives on
A four leaf clover
In hot pursuit and the Glock will shoot
You can't knock the Proof
One thing I got is truth (What?)
So here's the word to the wise
Big and 'Pac didn't motherfucker
I'm deserving to die, I'm coming
Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)
I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
(Is it smoking?)
Asking God, does he really know me?
(Do you really know me?)
Do you really know me motherfucka?
Do you know the shit I been through?
Do you know the drugs I take?
The hoes I fuck? The niggas I beat up?
It's D-12 motherfucka, and you don't know me
Dirty Harry a little skinny motherfucka
That'll fuck you up
Chris Rock your brother, bitch
Nothing but drugs approach me
I won't stop trying to OD
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
Asking God, does he really know me?
Nothing but drugs approach me
I won't stop trying to OD
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
Asking God, does he really know me? Know me!
From the revelations of Heaven all
The way to Hell sun is dying
I ain't trying to go as long as my grandpa
Give the kids the answer
"I had a fight with cancer"
I'm out, please, pass the transfer
Don't hold me for ransom
Tell Myra her grandson couldn't take it
Whoever knew all these years I
Grew and wouldn't make it
Tell me if the hood is sacred
Then display hell on the block
Snitches, switches, ambitions
Now you tell 'em to cock
My future fell on my props
But pop jetted like North West
Of course sex was all he expected
Neglected our door step
(Now I feel rejected) so I turn to drugs
Burning but learned I was stuck with reality
Nothing to hold me down
They fuckin' with gravity
Iron right like they hit on Iron Mike
Tryna die tonight
Can't think of one good reason why
That fuck should try to fight
And by the life of my children
That sit with great women
And it ain't that I'ma loser bitch
I just hate winnin'
It's in the bottom of the eighth inning
Swingin' and ain't hittin'
The top up of the night
It's almost over we ain't pitchin'
You ain't even listen the top of the knife
And bitch we ain't pitchin' pitchin'
Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)
I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)
Where's the flames or is Heaven smoking?
(Is it smoking?)
Asking God, does He really know me?
(Do you really know me?)
And what the fuck I wanna be here for?
My friends got money
But it's like they wanna see me poor
But like that homie
Shit ain't gon' be no more
'Cause, I'ma take you to slope
So you could see me go
It's like scrappin' with a homeless
Man for his space
It's like a enemy from your past
But you don't know his face that's it
Nothing clever the chorus really listen to it
Ain't no gimmick to it
War we can get into it
Fuck this game, real shit you didn't do it
This game is a drug, I'ma OD for ya
Vomit the industry lives on
A four leaf clover
In hot pursuit and the Glock will shoot
You can't knock the Proof
One thing I got is truth (What?)
So here's the word to the wise
Big and 'Pac didn't motherfucker
I'm deserving to die, I'm coming
Nothing but drugs approach me (Approach me)
I won't stop trying to OD (I wanna OD)
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
(Is it smoking?)
Asking God, does he really know me?
(Do you really know me?)
Do you really know me motherfucka?
Do you know the shit I been through?
Do you know the drugs I take?
The hoes I fuck? The niggas I beat up?
It's D-12 motherfucka, and you don't know me
Dirty Harry a little skinny motherfucka
That'll fuck you up
Chris Rock your brother, bitch
Nothing but drugs approach me
I won't stop trying to OD
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
Asking God, does he really know me?
Nothing but drugs approach me
I won't stop trying to OD
Where's the flames or is heaven smoking?
Asking God, does he really know me? Know me!