Actual Proof

Lyrics

Hook: Awon Everybody said the game needs a boost Shit is too sweet water down with the juice Ghostwriters and beat makers who can't produce Awon and Phoniks the actual proof (x2) Verse 1: Awon This is that shy day dining lights, spitting gangsta shit on designer mics Not knowing niggas can rhyme alike I spazz on contemporary jazz with champagne in my glass L to the face, the soul in the past My arrogance is a compliment, sign of respect I acknowledge my enemies before I catch rek Mask off fuck it, live with no regrets Means are easy kill when the machetes on your neck Better protect your hustle, I'm coming for your checks I'm Deebo, every four bars like a kilo The elephant to your ego, I play the game Cerebro Steph Curry for free-throw Hook: Awon Everybody said the game needs a boost Shit is too sweet water down with the juice Ghostwriters and beat makers who can't produce Awon and Phoniks the actual proof (x2) Verse 2: Awon Stepping in my Stan Smith's Writing rhymes in my hand style, so they can't read what they can't spit I'm King Midas, with lyrical gifts I'm spitting Kryptonite So even Superman could get clipped if I get the mic Today couldn't be more bright, my glasses are transition Google Maps on mission, peep this while I'm fishing On tracks I'm flipping like Olympic gold gymnasts, I ice skate I burn rappers to they soul cuz they lightweight My tight face is bold and my veins bleed gold, my tears are nitrate Sodium chloride, a nuclear reactor I'm ready to blow, let's fallout for rappers Threw it all I'm dapper, but keep a rugged face Cuz it's hard to master, the final steps to greats Lyrically a beast complete absorb knowledge Either you gon' want this war or pay homage