Prove It

Watch me turn evil, not my final form, catch you behind the wheel, my car will out perform

Liquor's in my system, I took a puff of bubba kush, now it's looking hazy, I'm feeling kinda lazy

Met this chick at Louie's, got that dancing and now she praise me, the way she throw it back is so amazing ugh

Now I'm in my killer mode, all I can really think is kill them all, talk about killing me, I'll take my Mac and light you up like it's a rave

People continue to talk over the web, but do not have the balls to say it to me in person

So be like the bitch you are and take your purse and stay away from my line of sight, like King Boo

Pressure cannot break me, only bend me like bamboo, push me to my limits, there's no end, how about you

Me, put your name in my verse, that's a blessing like achoo woo

I'm just let this instrumental breathe for a minute

I ain't done yet though, that's for sure