[Intro]
Ayo
Yo, you recording me?
You got me Witt
Aight, listen here
It's Promatic, Salam Wreck, Murder Mitten
You can bet yo' ass it's gonna be on the Promatic album
We're gon' put our heart out here for y'all, you know what I'm sayin'?
See how this game beat us, man
It's that serious shit
(We can make it sound fresh though)
Now, listen to me

[Verse 1: Proof]
I been doin' this shit so long, the game is sayin' "So long"
I'm tryin' to prolong and hold on (Hold on)
And grow strong [?] Nasaan, Nyeem, Kativa, and Shaun
Some don't long, you don't know me homie, roll on (Roll on)
You don't know this game owe me but won't give credit
I feel lonely, pathetic, if only I'd let it get to me, I'm history
No gimmick this is me, I never go to clubs to fight but I fight at clubs
Wrong than a motherfucker, homies say I'm right as fuck (You right as fuck)
With the might I thug with the Midas touch
Slap the butts of the sluts, 'cause they fine as fuck (My mind is stuck)
Y'all think I rhyme to shine, collect dough, and kick it with flows
When I really love to travel with Promatic, my n***as and visit with flows (Flows)
Me and Stuckey share the same dream, Trick-Trick the same
And Royce, he got beef stuck in his brain
My family, one thing to tell ya
Sicknotes, 'Matic and D12, y'all only hurt me with failure, I tell ya
[Chorus x2: Proof]
I ain't goin' nowhere fast (They don't believe in me)
Only tryin' to get this cash (While there's weed in me)
Everybody doubt my dreams (Treat me so wrong)
Think I'm only out for cream (So fuck all y'all)

[Verse 2: Dogmatic]
Yo, do you dog, and I'ma do me dog
'Matic's the name, I'm hangin' rappers from trees, y'all
Kevin and Proof is through with just makin' excuses
We'll beat you profusely with what I write in my loose leaf
Don't try to confuse me by sayin' I'm not hot
You got nothin' to do with me, so stay off my jock
More potent than smokin' rocks, it's me, Kevin Bailey
Since seventh grade I been crazy but I never been lazy
I stay in the lab with Pep, Witt and DeShaun
Yeah, breakin' yo' ass Salam Wreckin' yo' moms
I'ma stay on, 'cause this game just preys on
Young rappers that don't know this shit don't stay long

[Interlude: Dogmatic]
It's the game baby
But you know, it's like
You gotta be in it to win it baby
And we all the way in it
Promatic fo' life, n***a
Sicknotes, D.O.G. baby
Get it crackin', Promatic
[Chorus x2: Proof]
I ain't goin' nowhere fast (They don't believe in me)
Only tryin' to get this cash (While there's weed in me)
Everybody doubt my dreams (Treat me so wrong)
Think I'm only out for cream (So fuck all y'all)