Mozzy and E Mozzy - LIVING PROOF

(Simo Fre just killed this)

They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (set the mood)
If it's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this Level 7 bulletproof (in this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (this a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (we get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yeeks look identical (look identical)
These Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed

Call it what you want to
Nigga got rich and left the bity like I'm 'posed to
Half a tick in blues, never seen it, I can show you
Hit the bank and grab another nickel if I want to
I wouldn't even hold you
I been in my feelings 'bout some unresolved issues
He died in front the store, the only witness was a Hindu
Speak on anything that I'm attached to, I'ma get you
Tryna sneak these submachine rifles in the venue
Through with crashin' out, but I'm forever with the movement
Ain't callin' niggas rats without the evidence to prove it
You don't feel my resume impeccable, you stupid
Did it all and got it done when it was time to do it, we movin'

They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (set the mood)
If it's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this Level 7 bulletproof (in this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (this a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (we get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yeeks look identical (look identical)
These Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed

You wouldn't slide for yo' self
Subbin' on yo' story like you cryin' out for help
That's the way we took it
Put money on his books the same day them people booked him
His baby momma texts, "You's a real one, good lookin'"
We do it for the gang
Thirsty for revenge, ain't never do it for no name
Get yo' rest, brother
We consider dry snitchin', niggas undercovers
Upper body punctured, got the word, he ain't recover
It reduce the pain to know they also gotta suffer
Mama told me leave this life alone, you know I'm stubborn
AMG Euro, droppin' ashes on the butter
Greatest blessings come from times where I ain't use a rubber

They say dreams don't come true, well, I'm livin' proof (well, I'm livin' proof)
Neon lights in the spaceship set the mood (set the mood)
If it's static with my dog, know I'm in it too (know I'm in it too)
Catchin' plays in this Level 7 bulletproof (in this bulletproof)
I got birds in the 'Vette, this a chicken coupe (this a chicken coupe)
We don't play two-hand touch, we get physical (we get physical)
Don't know who shot him, all the yeeks look identical (look identical)
These Forgis on the foreign coupe lookin' pigeon toed

Call it what you want to
Nigga got rich and left the bity like I'm 'posed to

Written by:
Eric Cry, Malthe Pauldan, Simone Di Franco, Timothy Patterson

Publisher:
Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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