Текст песни Proof (Harry Mack) с переводом

Yeah

Damn, still trying to find my footing

I know all this new attention nothing but a good thing

All my life they told me work hard, this what it could bring

Now I guess all I can say, the proof is in the pudding

Work that I put in

Got everybody and their grandma looking

Up my name to fill the flames that I been cooking

They want a witness

They want the digits for the book-in

Unless the money right, I be booking

Opposite direction they pushing

Yes, this life is hard so my kush in

Rolling kush and the swisher

I treat a chick like fluoride when I swish her

Position-switcher, uh

I hit the liquor then lick her

My tongue’s the elixir

Enrich her with the Richard

I hope y’all get the picture

See, she was feeling broke till I fixed her

Want me in her life like a fixture

Didn’t feel right, so I nixed her

Guess you see the recipe for stress relief assess the chief

It’s sex relief until the day I’m left to cease to resting

Peace to my people that’s keep me on track

These distractions are wack

We leaping beyond that

The weed and the cognac

Search for truth in the substance

You seeking the wrong facts

I’m reaching for contact with

Somethin' bigger, somethin' last longer

Somethin' mad stronger

Spell is cast on ya

When I blast on her

Instrumental is the max on her

I let it simmer, now I’m back on you

Like I never left rap

I forever rep, every breath

Better step up your game, we tall as Everest

Of course, you measure less

None amount to me

Gone before you count to three

Go beyond any boundary

Especially when I’m gone after a pound a weed

Chron too strong, I’m an anomaly

This song is astoundingly well-pieced together

And it flows logically

No stopping me

Imma defy that old prophecy

If ever I’m destined to lose, I’m the best in my shoes

Got these rappers asking questions, confused like

«How'd he go from unknown except to a few

To radio interviews and repping with crews

To wrecking the mike on the

Who’s next stage at the powerhouse?»

I refuse to be down and out

Every musician choose what they sound about

I chose to kick flows that froze all these clowns accounts

And reroute funds to the ones truly killing it

This is for the one’s truly filling it

Yo, chhka-yo, yo

This is for the one’s that know

With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow

We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all

We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho

It’s so wonderful

Hey yo, this is for the ones that know

With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow

We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all

We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho, ya

Damn, still trying to find my center

Everybody holding on their breath when I enter

Wasn’t the same few months back and I remember

I spit the flames on the tracks and left the embers

It was last December

Cruising Sunset right behind that Sienna

Now I’m giving birth and my pen’s the placenta

Style inventor, new rhythms rented

Venice Beach pop-up in all my splendor

Internet trender

But nothing tempa-rary

Harry, never mind, I like a fender-bender agenda

It’s stacked in boxes marked «return to sender»

Fast track to fame

Overnight ascender

Making strives

Filling myself and can’t nobody break the vibe

Off in the lab you know we keep the vapors live

To me this shit is sacred, I can’t take it, why

Do rappers tend to be some of the fakest guys

And tell outrageous lies

And see that you don’t need no x-ray, just naked eye

That’s why I foul them so flagrant

Sorry to get technical

To me this shit is personal

Your tape it gets ejected fool

You don’t respect the rules

Or acknowledge those who came before

Hit my foul limit, I don’t play no more

Shoulda' been born back in 84'

Style originator, pure rapper pray to lord while I lay the law

Penetrate your wall, fence, gate or door

Later for haters, I snap on them like a' alligator jaw

Excuse me while I catch my breath

Give the middle finger to these rappers making reckless threats

Why you trying to sesh it off like Inspectah Deck

Protect your neck

I pass go and collect 200k views

When I’m ready to collect the checks

Y’all some toddler writing rhymes on your Etch-a-Sketch

I’m just a few baby steps from standing next to them

I got the game under pressure, rappers vexed, upset, etcetera

I give my whole soul when I’m rapping

No half-hearted, no half-assing

I have to go hard, it’s my passion

No half-and-half in my caffeinated beverage

I’m blackin' (the fuck out)

Same way I used to black out off too many shots

Nowadays, the way I black out earn me plenty prop

Matter fact, Mack blacking out every city block

But you know my clique stay lit, we off the grid

Intoxicated, we often faded, the skills are not debated

They know this game of rap is fucking overpopulated

Too infectious, y’all cannot be inoculated

I couldn’t watch Donald Trump get inaugurated

Fuck that, let’s build a wall just to block the hatred

Just to block the racists

Cause we only discriminate against the fake rappers

Claim they innovate, really imitate, get it straight

Got them running a fair

Like if we was waving guns in the air

And this is strictly for the one that aware

Yo, chhka-yo, yo

This is for the one’s that know

With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow

We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all

We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho

It’s so wonderful

Hey yo, this is for the ones that know

With a cup full of liquor and a blunt to blow

We keep a bu-b-b-bu-b-b-bumping y’all

We keep a bu-b-b-bumping tho

So wonderful