NBA Youngboy - Proof

(Ayo, Ran, turn that up)

Ive been

I dont even know when Im doin good



You go, you leave if you want to

Misguide me usin your body (Ooh)

You know Im lovin you (What you feelin like?)

What that do?

I wan see you, Im like I wanna see you too

Bought Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too

Im a shotta, millions of dollars, how you get me glued to you?

Jump out the coupe, I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue

Beggin me to say the truth, I cant explain without no proof



So much shit I had to face, Im up to date, I made it through

He dirty, worked him with that K cause he got paid thats so cool

My mind feel chained, heart up in flames

Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go

Chris is the chain, got the crowd sayin my name

Theres a new Maybach truck over there ten times I aint drove, Im sold

Thats my childhood friend named named Mel on the phone

Right now he fucked up tellin me to hold it down

Im all alone, he got a disease inside his body, Im tryna pay for to get it gone

Im never sleep when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone

Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin bullets, runnin home

Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome

You knockin on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home

She aint stick with me on the come-up, but now she with me that Im on