(Verse 1)
Yo whatcha tryna prove? It’s your life you gotta choose
Stubborn from the pot and booze, nothing but a lot to lose
Just drugs and vodka, shrooms, and 40’s with me
As I bop threw the Bronx bummy with a Fordham degree
And I blamed it on my Father’s strictness, made me wanna fight and shout
Most of the restrictions that he gave me he was right about
Didn’t have the slightest doubt, gave it in the right amount
For your mind to sprout, now you got something to write about
Mood’s right as you lose sight of what you’re fighting for
Moon light on a gloom night inside the psychic ward
Countless arguments defending marijuana
Constant quarrels for the tensions I’ve regretted with my Father
Rejected all the drama for the karma that I stepped into
So self centered, all they wanted was the best for you
I’m sorry for all the pain and anger I made resurface
I’m sorry for always blaming you for the way this world is
(Chorus)
We get away with it at first and then we lose luck
In such a rush to get older until we grew up
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
Lost innocence, giving in to do drugs
And I would like to recall it, but now I’m too drunk
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
(Verse 2)
The same history repeats and it hurts to see
Always being the last to show up and the first to leave
Hardly speak, so discrete, and my words are brief
Which is equivalent to the burn of 3rd degree
The hurt is deep till your Mother’s too concerned to sleep
Probably spoke more words to beats than I’ve conversed with her for weeks
Pot embracing with the blunts that I was facing
Said I puffed in moderation, but had other obligations
Like wondering where the days went of playing all of these different games
As we watched my past love for baseball precipitate
Rapped out of hatred, back tracked to the basement
Pants sag way passed my half assed explanations
The same response of unforgivable tarnishment
Getting cornered in the middle of un-winnable arguments
Cause I couldn’t admit to losing a fight
Not knowing all along that I was only proving you right
(Chorus)
We get away with it at first and then we lose luck
In such a rush to get older until we grew up
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
Lost innocence, giving in to do drugs
And I would like to recall it, but now I’m too drunk
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
(Verse 3)
Writing rhymes in high amounts, flow created by my fate
Buying pot up by the ounce, blazed away to my escape
I’m admired by the crowd, overrated by mistake
I’m inspired by the doubt, motivated by the hate
And I’m still reserved, still yearning for a turn
Still burning what I’ve earned, still learning how to learn
Still tryna use my voice and not my hands
Still tryna live by choice and not by chance
Damn, Cause now I’m grown and I’m missing all the little stuff
All about your kids, everything you did, you did for us
I couldn’t see it, was too busy and tardy
Severely mocking authority, I’m sincerely sorry
Cause I was so sinister, regrets of using words dissing
We’re so similar, but yet we see the world different
So annoyed, filled the void with some Buddha joints
Still in debt and unemployed, guess I really proved my point
(Chorus)
We get away with it at first and then we lose luck
In such a rush to get older until we grew up
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
Lost innocence, giving in to do drugs
And I would like to recall it, but now I’m too drunk
So stubborn with booze, blunts, like school sucks
So selfish and spiteful, just to Prove What?
Longtime Style P collaborator Fortes serves up instrumental versions of eight of his productions for the New York rapper. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2020
