Prove Them Wrong by King Crook Lyrics
*humming*
*clears throat*
My flow can go off the fucking walls then back to the basic
Spat in the face of
Faggots hating I know they're waiting For the day they can say I’m fading
Sometimes I spit it really fast but im not really racing
Im actually pacing
Through the fire and the flames and face it Crook and the jazzy the one himself's amazing
Can't taste shit when you talk it so much why the fuck you think it don’t stink
Dont approach me can't roast me cuz I know me
But you owe a little explanation homie if you maybe fucking show me lil remorse then I might throw the hatchet in the dirt and bury it but first
For this verse Ima prove you wrong
Im do you dirty in this song til you little faggots sing along
To this curse I throw up on you like I'm vomiting but onto
A different topic cuz I want you to keep doubting me cuz I want to
Prove you wrong so I can bomb you show you what I got and now you
Can believe in me like moms do in they're kids I do what I got to
Get by life cuz I dropped the knife I killed the killer and fought the fight
Just to prove you wrong just to prove I'm strong just to kill the beats just to make the songs
It still all for you and I'm doing great so keep doubting me thats ya first mistake
Second one is if ya mother fucking late to realize theres no reason for the hate
But whatever happens happens and I'm sure karma's on her way
You can kick me to the dirt but you don’t know even my fate
You don’t know my upbringing my success you don't even know when I’m depressed
You don't me like I do you don't even fucking know when I am stressed
But I pray to god everyday that you're gonna keep up with your hate so nicks
Grabing it by its face and prove you wrong you fucking bitch
*clears throat*
My flow can go off the fucking walls then back to the basic
Spat in the face of
Faggots hating I know they're waiting For the day they can say I’m fading
Sometimes I spit it really fast but im not really racing
Im actually pacing
Through the fire and the flames and face it Crook and the jazzy the one himself's amazing
Can't taste shit when you talk it so much why the fuck you think it don’t stink
Dont approach me can't roast me cuz I know me
But you owe a little explanation homie if you maybe fucking show me lil remorse then I might throw the hatchet in the dirt and bury it but first
For this verse Ima prove you wrong
Im do you dirty in this song til you little faggots sing along
To this curse I throw up on you like I'm vomiting but onto
A different topic cuz I want you to keep doubting me cuz I want to
Prove you wrong so I can bomb you show you what I got and now you
Can believe in me like moms do in they're kids I do what I got to
Get by life cuz I dropped the knife I killed the killer and fought the fight
Just to prove you wrong just to prove I'm strong just to kill the beats just to make the songs
It still all for you and I'm doing great so keep doubting me thats ya first mistake
Second one is if ya mother fucking late to realize theres no reason for the hate
But whatever happens happens and I'm sure karma's on her way
You can kick me to the dirt but you don’t know even my fate
You don’t know my upbringing my success you don't even know when I’m depressed
You don't me like I do you don't even fucking know when I am stressed
But I pray to god everyday that you're gonna keep up with your hate so nicks
Grabing it by its face and prove you wrong you fucking bitch