Credits
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Jag Gatz
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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Jagat Govan
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
KayDee Pro
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Lyrics
Further proof, further proof
Of going from nobody heard of you
To being the one who look bulletproof
Giving me props I deserve em too
All of the pressure I'm working through
All alone everyone curving you
You had to make magic like thirty-two
Still cut through lil bitch I was surgical
Go head and check out the vertical
Jump through the hoops I was swerving through
They take they best shot at em hurting you
No mask on I'm ready still serving you
Stay proving how all of my words is true
Just call me the boy who could murder booths
I can't see the hate through my curtain view
Who could pull it off bitch it's a certain few
And I'm one of em
Say I ain't bout it I'm hunting em
They can't understand where I'm coming from
But fuck em motherfuckers get nothing done
I can't be like that, sorry
Chances you ever catch me like that, hardly
Talking a Ford, but I need like that Rari
The legends gon let in my seat at that party
I could squeeze blood out of a rock
Came from the mud now at the top
Trusted my gut levels unlocked
Now you tell me what, is next cuz I'm up
And I'm bout to fucking snap when I drop
I'm in the cut ready to chop
Now I'm boutta flood all of the block, pop
I was at my ends, I never would win
The places I been, I can't go again
No family or friends, no budget to spend
No team to defend, still found a way in
I ain't have no sense, my stress been on ten
But morals ain't bend, rest gone with the wind
No if's I talk when's, I stuck to the plan
Turned into the man, motherfucker I am
Further proof, further proof
Of going from nobody heard of you
To being the one who look bulletproof
Giving me props I deserve em too
All of the pressure I'm working through
All alone everyone curving you
You had to make magic like thirty-two
Still cut through lil bitch I was surgical
I handled that burden, easy
Like I was trained as a surgeon, leave me
Out the level of emerging, see we
Ain't even hit our first version, CD's
Show where we started, not where we finish
Outta the darkness, out came a menace
I should be heartless, but I stay winning, in this
Battle of bands, I rattle the fans
Can't straddle the fence, I handled my chance
The way I evolved, been magical damn
Like abra cadabra alakazam
That's word to my childhood
Give a fuck bout shit else if my child good
No others could do what my style could
Still move like a jag in the wild would
So since I been younger, been had the hunger
We talking tongue or wits I been sharp
I'm one for the ages, ripping these pages
Setting the stages, I found the spark
Ran in a couple, walls that I bust through
Tell haters fuck you, bitch I been hard
If nobody got me, chill out just watch me
When in the hot seat, ain't miss the mark
Writer(s): Jagat Govan
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