
Somthin To Prove Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
We got nothin to lose and we got something to prove
That gun of the shooter knocked out a couple of screws
You can duck from shootin but cant run from the proof
Well be up on the tube makin one for the news
Muster the troops we gon raise dead and summon up ghouls
Spy the gum on they shoes we only stuck to the rules
Kept a buck to the truth and paid enough of the dues
We got nothin to lose and we got something to prove
For those who stay savage its on they face tatted
To ones with straight jackets and draped in them bape patterns
For those who break patterns makin change happen
Stayed standin or knocked down crate challenge
For them hangin ten toes ride til the wave crashes
Who starved for steak branded never tasted plates scallops
To the full sticks and plugs that keep the wieght balanced
Dem with face calloused to all that hates malice
To the p t s d suffered with the brain damage
For the red paint splatterd on the streets blank canvas
For those in jails stranded never made to waste talent
Who stay valid through hardships that you cant fathom
To wars away battlin cant stand to change channels
For trappers that made salary off a triple a battery
The frontline backers posted in the base barracks
Streets top rank admirals dat cant fake valor
We got nothin to lose and we got something to prove
That gun of the shooter knocked out a couple of screws
You can duck from shootin but cant run from the proof
Well be up on the tube makin one for the news
Muster the troops we gon raise dead and summon up ghouls
Spy the gum on they shoes we only stuck to the rules
Kept a buck to the truth and paid enough of the dues
We got nothin to lose and we got something to prove
To the burbs trenches traps and gutters
For the ones who lackin nuffa and dey packin suffa
Blue collar hammer uppers cant match the hustle
For the passion for the sticks as some romantic lovers
For all that nerve damage therapy and acupuncture
To when they searched my locker with some padlock cutters
For the proofs they cant catch through they camera shutters
I stayed standin bloody leakin on some pack of gushers
To the scratched out suckas this is cancel culture
So real dey cant bang this through they bandwidth buffers
To the plug got me hyped
amped on uppers
Ride for the fams a must and thats mando cousin
For my aunts and uncles fighting cancer suffering
To all that may fall and still stand for something
For the caskets covered rep they flags above it
Series of shots proved loyal to my band of brothers
We got nothin to lose we got something to prove
That gun of the shooter knocked out a couple of screws
You can duck from shootin but cant run from the proof
Well be up on the tube makin one for the news
Muster the troops we gon raise dead and summon up ghouls
Spy the gum on they shoes we only stuck to the rules
Kept a buck to the truth and paid enough of the dues
We got nothin to lose and we got something to prove