TP, Actual Proof — God Willin’
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Even before the savings and money wasn’t in pockets
I ain’t never give up or run away from my problems
Now they see me smilin’ and money that’s in my wallet
And wanna know what I been doin’ since I been outta college
I been gettin’ knowledge, tryna get these
Drivin’ up and down the road puttin’ on this mileage
Harder when you coloured and you tryna get these dollas
Even when you graduated from a white man’s college
Got my own logic, probly think I’m Amish
My watch is presidential I be looking kinda Obamish
And I’mma keep rhymin’ don’t care ’bout what the time is
From top ramen to dinin’ in Saint Thomas
Drinkin’ wine and chillin’ with some of the finest
You ever seen, some be resemblin’ Pocahontas
To suffer made me tougher now I owe it to all
My sisters and brothers to everybody with a dream I love ya God willin’
Keep rocking it, over beats that’s oxy
General over he who knocks thee
Not even in my proxy hoes jock me
Critics box I’m not Rocky not likely
Eyes wide open I will not sleep they will not Goldilocks me
The rhythm’s got me all topsy tiltin’ my head slightly to the side
Cocked jocked and to the beat I got rhythm
And God willin’ they’ll nod with us
Those who do not feel us know that I ride wit cha
God willin’
All fall on hard times, my fall back is hard rhymes
Walk that hard line that’s all mine, it’s all fine
Still grind with the patience of a sniper on post
Got ghost for a minute, still got hope while I’m in it
God willin’
Yo, caught up with my man the other day he told me
Look son, tell em how you feel but I’m not ready yet
I’m self loathing, composed of what I know you know
Too much pain means pleasure for my enemies
Please, I breathe seeds I can reap
Not seeds I can keep on support from the outside
Build a family and a plan to keep my name
Living on, insane with the song, insane with that long
Live rap quotation
Take a wrong turn, they say money talks, stay silent
Let the conversation pass by deaf ears
Bell tone, bell tone I got em on my wall
Fuck titles, the legacy is what I aim for
Score, no award, just workin’ for the people
We’re equal in the eyes of God
Even a job got downfalls you never knew
But a rapper’s life, mirror art gotta push through
I do it for my last name, do it like my last game was last night
And still I write for the fast lane drivers on the belt line
Who tryna cope, tie a knot with that rope
Hang tough and get close to your maker
Don’t let the autopsy give your people hope
And God willin’ stay strong and keep goin’ on…
