[Intro: Beedie]
Beedro
You need some Craven beats, bruh
You slippin, homie
We livin' proof, yeah
[Verse 1: Beedie]
Had to embrace chaos to realize the preferred order
Flipped it brick by brick, we in person like brick and mortar (Right here)
Rap is the greatest livin' authors (Come on)
Don't give a fuck about a stream, that shit is filled with crawfish
I used to rock the composition, this the type of shit I scribble off it
When I got kicked out my house, was livin' with Bill at his mom's crib (Facts)
Studied rap to pen the shit obnoxious
Checkin' all the boxes
Yo, I never took no S.A.T. test, set out to get these dollars
All this fallin' out over rappin'
Shoulda been jokin', laughin'
'Stead of drama over rations
Memory's photographic 'bout standin' over that casket
That shit burned my soul, it's tragic
But standin' still like we in traffic (Still here, baby)
Bought the Benz and I ain't ever celebrated
I ain't never said I made it (Uh-uh)
Just more protective over what I made to elevate us
We goin' up like elevators
Bill Waves and Beedro, your heroes, heard that's what they cravin'
Winners understand that you take some losses
If y'all ain't figure that out, homie, y'all ain't some bosses (Never that)
Lord knows that I had some lows (I had some lows)
I had to take a dramatic sabbatical, yeah
[Interlude: Beedie]
Back when I was down
You know, they was 'bout ready to count us out (We livin' proof)
'Til I come back stronger, better than ever before (Come on)
Now look
We livin' proof
[Verse 2: Bill Waves]
You can come back from anything, yeah, I'm proof of that
I used to take enough pills in a day to kill an elephant and have random sex without prophylactics
I been gone for seven years now, there's no goin' back there
No comparison to my life now versus when I used to sit around and wait for shit to go down, now I make it happen
I already said I'm not playin' any fuckin' games either, it's only facts here
When I die, they'll write my name in graffiti so you know what happened
I remember watchin' Mac and Nipsey write a song in person while I was rollin' Backwoods
You can see me on the video in a camo Supreme cap, actin' like the shit with not much to back it
The shit I've seen, you woulda never imagined
Buried our brothers, always drivin' past the graveyard but I don't like goin' back there
In 2008, I can't count how many times we rhymed, flippin' packs with gymnastics
I guess you had to be there, if you weren't, couldn't understand the magic
When I sold drugs on the street in public, I used to hit 'em with the underhand backwards
You know what the fuck it is, the East End, yeah, I'm back here
It's only common sense to put my two cents in
I don't care about what you say, as long as me this year is better than last year
