The Temple - Living Proof Lyrics

This on some real shit...
Ya heard
Not too sentimental...
Just some real shit you feel me...
Yoo...
Yooo...
Yoo...
Yooo...

F*ck these connections
Disrespect me
An I'll break ya neck b
I'm straight flexing
Pushing reps in
Bigger by the second
No attention to the wrong unless that wrong was needed
Michael Jackson flow inside this bitch
I just need to beat it

I'm talking time
Hard work
Plus that dedication
I ain't playin
Ain't no games
Ain't no PlayStation
Deeper I'm diving
Like ASAP
I continue striving
Diving off the board to jump...
Can't be corrupted by conniving

Dodging bullets like the matrix...
Why am I being shot at...
I stay moving day by day
My hustle can't be attacked...
I stay attached to the struggle like an old past
Remembering where I started
On my way to make my future last

Stuck in traffic
Mind twirling into f*cking circles
Writing writing
Like its letters to the winners circle
Tryna stack this bread
I'm coming up
Now just watch
No watch on my wrist
So the roley don't tick tock

Flocking
No birds
Crossing
No lines
Praying
To god
Ima get mine
My time
To shine
I put that
On my
Death bed
I will make it...

Yet till I'm satisfied
Fulfilling this dying goal
My wish
My toll
I'll pay them both
My heart
Plus power
I'm Getting close

Proof I'm living
Dying sins
Can they can be forgiven...
Dark paths in my ledger
Lemme end em quickly...
On to something new like Wiz and Ty
But got the same old...
Nigga that's me
Maxi mizing my money by by by tenfold...

Ughhh...

I keep it moving cause these niggas pressed...
Like I'm Nicki Minaj
You f*cking with the best...
Just in guy form
Legends die long
Made no sense?
I'm talking platform
Tupac Biggie
Wish they seen another...

Day...

No mack eleven
But got lyrics
Ima let em spray...
Goosebumps growing
Feel I'm getting closer by the day...
Passing through
The dark times in my life...
Never struggled
Unless it was school...
Man I had to fight

On these battles with my self
It's been the same shit...
Music popping
We stay lit
Ain't no lame shit...
Got the tricks
With my keys
Up my sleeve
I finesse
The best
Rolling deep...
Myself
And only me...

Slay tracks
To the max
No take back season...
Killing off these microphones
The pain they receiving...
Can't stop
I hate giving up too easily
Bullshit thoughts
The doubts
I'm making money
I picture that easily

Go back to that...
I got it
Rapping in a new way
Call me a prodigy
Haters in the building
What they want?
Still an option
No matter who they are
They gone still think you poppin...

Whips you coppin...
Jewelry poppin
No stoppin
Keep the views up
Overflowin
Pilin
Crazy stylin
Flashy
This and that
Get that bag
No stopping that
All that's facts

Yea...
Maybe I was a bit extra
Had to freshen my breath up
Pun intended
Temple still here bringing pressure
Counted half
That was sitting on my dresser

Still the phonies gone talk
And all the real ones gone walk
Them wannabees that stalk
Moving
No stops...
Red flags
That's a pause
End of the day
Not worried bout y'all
Ughh...

Now... You see me...
Living like it's a trap
Mindset...
Gotta keep that on the track
Buss back
The living proof in that...