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letra de proof of god - murs & el lif beatz

[intro: murs]
am i just talkin’ to myself?
testing, one, two
alright, look

[verse: murs]
the dude who signed me, signed promise
hand pac, but let’s put the past behind us
we so underground, how the f-ck they find us?
felt like i popped out the other side, in china
that major label was a whole new world
i was up in the plaza with a whole new girl
chuck wooddale used to live right upstairs
the soul of [?], but really, who cares?
she ignored me on that first class flight
like we wasn’t even neighbors, man that sh-t wasn’t right
icе cold, how she didn’t even acknowlеdge
i was on the flight to see my brother graduate college
d-mn, d-mn, down in gainesville
stuck in a swamp when i took my first pain pill
i almost p-ssed my pants
since then, me and vicodin didn’t have a chance
the same reason that i never tried blow
it’s not that i hate it, i’d prolly love it: i’d know
i have a predilection for addiction
that’s why i leave the dentist, never pick up my prescription
that’s why i told my shrink to chill, on the happy pills
hopped on the track with aes’ rock and i had to build
and aes’ rock definitely in my top ten
even if me and him was not friends
shout out to e&o
if i go to heaven, where do all the europeans go?
the ones who engaged in the slave trade
if i see ’em at the pearly gates, we gotta catch fade
for eternity, until i fade ’em all
how did mans feel, gettin’ shout-out from jamal?
illegal business, you see that regal tinted
you turn around and close your eyes until the scene is finished
it ain’t a script, though, it’s real crips though
okey dog, home, with a wallet full of crypto
i ain’t tryin’ to get rich, i’m gettin’ healthy
happier and holier, that’s what i call wealthy
the money? the money come with that
the paper ain’t the purpose, it’s the motherf-ckin’ gift wrap
get back, before i give you all the game
you gotta figure some for yourself, horror it ain’t the same
spoon-fed, the moon red, the blood tie
for goon bread, platoon dead, the mud slide
i can make a body disappear
for a tenth of what you make inside a fiscal year
but if you ain’t hands on, then what you stand on?
if you ain’t leadin’ out of love, then your plan wrong
do you even read the moon?
so you can see what’s comin’ soon?
make sure your vibe is attuned
the true and living knowledge ain’t hittin’ in the tomb
the savoir upped and walked out after three days
you wanna be saved? they say it’s one of three ways
the father, son or the holy spirit
may this message be a blessing to all of those who hear it
rock on bills, go with him
open up your heart, and i’ma let you hold the jim
now, sew me mettle, but i’m giving you the jewels
rather live alone, than to live amongst fools
these are the tools, do what you wish
the search for the truth is the proof he exists…

- murs el lif beatz

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