Intro (The Proof)

By REASON

On The Proof

Released on August 19, 2016

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[Intro]

Respect to Weezy, he started this shit

Proof

Bring it back one time real quick


[Verse 1]

REASON in this bitch so what is headin' for?

Sitcom dick, give a different stroke (Different stroke)

Hit it from the side like a pick and roll

I been gettin' bread ery' night

Call that dinner rolls, listen ho

I learned the game from Soul and Kendrick

You gotta respect it (Uh)

Michael Jordan when recording, you can never check me

Bullets long as chalk sticks, goons up

You get the left and they don't fuck with Will Smith

They grew up on Smith and Wesson (Smith and Wesson)

Free Album dropped, I been onto bigger blessings (Sheesh)

Need some money for a feature if you're interested

My bitch asked me where I been, I ain't into questions

Had to cut her off, call that interjections

I been on a wave, [?]

Name buzzin' ery' day, I'm takin' spots (Uh)

Tell her bring that ass up, and make it drop (Make it drop)

Fuck it good than I skrt, Jamie Foxx (Ha!)

'Cause fuck up, bitch, fuck up a check

And fuck a cop

I ain't show up for the pussy baby, I came for top

I need some head and Henny, baby

I'on want a lot, I need a Benz in every class and color

I want a lot, shit (Haha) REASON

Look, I'm gettin' high but my standards high (What?)

My nigga roll, light a L, tell him "Pass the fire"

My bitch cryin' too much, I'm 'bout to pacifier

Nigga thinkin' I'm jockin', boy I ain't that inspired

I can't wait until I end up on a world tour

Fuck a bitch in they city, that's a girl tour

Big dick, girl sometimes you gotta shove more

You gon' take it all, you gon' need to open up more, heh

Fuck being humble, baby

Money knotted like the hair on a nigga baby

Gettin' money, shawty I been gettin' fingers lately

Send the bread, gotta interstate it, REASON


[Interlude]

Six!

Jay beat

Still Proof shit

REASON

Look, look


[Verse 2]

I'm out here lookin' for re-venge

All summer 16, fuck the summer 16

I'm running 2016

Only no name nigga winnin', boy

I'm feelin' like I'm Willie Beamon

And if a nigga ever hated on 'em for a verse, it's five hunnid, please

Heh, god damn

Look, I did what they said that I couldn't do

Your girl fucked on the first night

Now she did what she said that she wouldn't do

So many women, I can't tell who is who

I'm in a Benz, they in a Subaru

Call you a friend, let's do a two on two

Or a one on two, bitch you comin' through, wait wait

I'm kinda a nymphal when you get to know me, baby

Losin' friends left and right, shit, shit been gettin' lonely lately

But my niggas loyal, they always said I was next

Now it's time to show 'em

Lately I been workin' like a field nigga

Word to Clinton, get the bills nigga

Uh, I kept it real on the first time

Now I been killin' these hearse lines

Rappers singin' like a church choir

What 'em up, yeah the thirst got 'em

Fuck what you sayin' to me

If it ain't about money, don't say it to me

She said "Can I practice giving head to you?"

Baby, you know I don't play with rookies, wait wait wait


[Interlude]

Hehe

Not a game

Look


[Verse 3]

Please don't hit my phone if it ain't about commission

Even envision don't play it, my nigga

I still got the vision

I was reachin' out to niggas, they gave me shoulders to coldest

Niggas was sleepin' on REASON, here go the couple to Folgers

Free Album dropped, nigga what a time

I'm gettin' pussy, I'm savin' lives

Bitches callin' sayin' "Come inside"

I'm in that stomach like butterflies

She be tellin' me a bunch of lies like "I usually don't do this"

Girl, I must of heard that a hundred times

My niggas winnin', it's runnin' time

They done let a nigga come alive