Proving

I've been proving myself for years, just recent on to rap pad,

gotta knapsack fulla dreams and some green hash,

You don't want no beef with me, you see, I seem relaxed,

but if you act whack, I won't think twice to pop ya snapback,

Blew my last pack, so I'm living off a small check,

getting wrecked in the bed, taking Crown to the head,

Eyes bloodshot red from the cess that I caress,

High enough to numb this fucking pain in my chest,

Still, I'm a mad man, Catch me if you fags can,

Spittin verbal murder after work, in my dad's van,

If I see you creeping, best believe you'll catch a backhand,

This hippy ain't an act, boy, there's acid in this hat band.

So fat chance of your shit ever topping me,

I spit hot fire, words burn to the third degree,

I'd say I proved enough to those who stay supporting me,

When I lean like the tower named about the dough I flip for cheese.