God Willin' - TP, Actual Proof

Even before the savings and money wasn’t in pockets

I ain’t never give up or run away from my problems

Now they see me smilin' and money that’s in my wallet

And wanna know what I been doin' since I been outta college

I been gettin' knowledge, tryna get these

Drivin' up and down the road puttin' on this mileage

Harder when you coloured and you tryna get these dollas

Even when you graduated from a white man’s college

Got my own logic, probly think I’m Amish

My watch is presidential I be looking kinda Obamish

And I’mma keep rhymin' don’t care 'bout what the time is

From top ramen to dinin' in Saint Thomas

Drinkin' wine and chillin' with some of the finest

You ever seen, some be resemblin' Pocahontas

To suffer made me tougher now I owe it to all

My sisters and brothers to everybody with a dream I love ya God willin'

Keep rocking it, over beats that’s oxy

General over he who knocks thee

Not even in my proxy hoes jock me

Critics box I’m not Rocky not likely

Eyes wide open I will not sleep they will not Goldilocks me

The rhythm’s got me all topsy tiltin' my head slightly to the side

Cocked jocked and to the beat I got rhythm

And God willin' they’ll nod with us

Those who do not feel us know that I ride wit cha

God willin'

All fall on hard times, my fall back is hard rhymes

Walk that hard line that’s all mine, it’s all fine

Still grind with the patience of a sniper on post

Got ghost for a minute, still got hope while I’m in it

God willin'

Yo, caught up with my man the other day he told me

Look son, tell em how you feel but I’m not ready yet

I’m self loathing, composed of what I know you know

Too much pain means pleasure for my enemies

Please, I breathe seeds I can reap

Not seeds I can keep on support from the outside

Build a family and a plan to keep my name

Living on, insane with the song, insane with that long

Live rap quotation

Take a wrong turn, they say money talks, stay silent

Let the conversation pass by deaf ears

Bell tone, bell tone I got em on my wall

Fuck titles, the legacy is what I aim for

Score, no award, just workin' for the people

We’re equal in the eyes of God

Even a job got downfalls you never knew

But a rapper’s life, mirror art gotta push through

I do it for my last name, do it like my last game was last night

And still I write for the fast lane drivers on the belt line

Who tryna cope, tie a knot with that rope

Hang tough and get close to your maker

Don’t let the autopsy give your people hope

And God willin' stay strong and keep goin' on…