Proof in Plan (prod. Underbelly)

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Nothin on me by the grace of the lord
Ancient told me they made it more
told me that shit takes me for
My Soul better ride like crazy horse
All that pay me more
I get to quick with a trace of gore
face on the floor, knee up in the back
Any place anymore than a reason to snap
Im livin with the feet in the crack
mind on nine dont speak to the trap
Teach when I can, speak when I cant
Reach for the slack getta freak in a dance
Off of the wall, mind out head
Last Time I feel the time won't end
Trash in a bin cant capture the sin
Of a guilt rid fucker finna track to the din
Pass all the chances of actual action
All I know's I'm an ass and I'm asking
Mask in a haze and a basic attraction
To tossin the obstacles up in a casket
Be safe all day n lay low
Walk outside when the TV say so
Spose that I am posin hopin i can keep that pace slow
Keep the payroll n ditch the connects
Beast till the sub bass shake till it wreck
Next, snatch it trap em stack the deck
Waste em all with just half a threat
Buck the buckin n get shit done quick imma cut the wrist of the cancer cupid
Bunch of junk I just jump em with and they huff n puff but I am the cruelest
Trumpets up what up dancin past man what I do is demand the foolish
guts enough to fuck up all past and after and I plan to prove it

and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
Got guts enough, I got guts enough
and I

Real cute sound like rap
down like dap
Finna sound real wack
Bounce to the jack shit
Die when I say so
Now when the ass in
hale to the brainhole
All love no hate for the children
Mob full of undercover cops in the building
Clock all raw shit quick to the mobile
no holy Imma shit that docile
Get a load off joke for ya comfort
Bliss gets got just bow to my sunburst
Hands out modern art metaphor
all on them six birds up evermore
big corps pimp my focus
Everbody save me everbody locusts
All I knows from documentaries
Lives all dust from cock to cemetery
I might trust the plug but not very
Spritz of the fuckshit gods be wary
Climb back down to the hidey hole funky
Love how they don't know I'm bit and hungry
Jump to the off switch bitch get at me
Fuck till the offspring don't keep hatching
Love peeps that I meet in passing
Spit till trigger ones itch when he rapping
To tips of the berg my shaft fill a mine shaft
My mind need slaps n an ice pack
I find Imma better man when Im in a leather jacket and the minds eye go to wide black
How in hell can a guy get his time back
Well well whatll sell finna clutch that
Grip mine while a strychnine millimeter spill him to the background back down fuck that

back down fuck that
back down fuck that
back down fuck that
Grip mine while a strychnine millimeter spill him to the background back down fuck that

and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
Got guts enough, I got guts enough
(and I plan to prove it)
and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
and I plan to prove it
Got guts enough, I got guts enough
and I plan to prove it

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released October 13, 2015
Production: Underbelly (Timmy Linetsky)
Lyrics, Vocals: DGA (Ross Cardillo

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The Dopest Gringo Alive is the last son of Krypton and the prophet of rawness. (rapper and producer all songs unless otherwise noted)

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