Proving

[Intro] You’ve been proving yourself to me, Lord [Chorus] Keep on (Proving) Proving yourself (Just Keep On) Keep on (Proving) Proving yourself to me (Lord) [Verse 1] Haters sayin Duck yo you can’t rap Labels saying Duck Tape need more than that Niggas is trippin Bitches is trippin Muthafuckas feel it when I spit that Niggas don’t want no heat ya better drop back I got way more than books in this backpack With these words I be flippin Muthafuckas is slippin Say you bout it bout it Psssh Doubt that Said I spit dope shit But I can’t make hit So they wanna take a split Independent profit Filling they pocket Like a gold digging bitch Like a beat without a kick That don’t make no sense You niggas don’t know my grind How much of my faith is blind Understand that frame of mind 5 AM up writing these rhymes Nigga don’t cook Then a nigga don’t eat Gotta finish this hook So fuck some sleep Little black book Last thing I need Is a bitch texting me WYD You know what that means She wants me to see her Swallow my genes Like a true trap queen Need to be weaned Of her dopamine I'm like a dope fiend And it’s killing my dreams Eating at my soul, like a locust Gotta achieve these goals, so I’m focused That’s why my rhymes, are so atrocious One year with these lines, so precocious Haters be tripping Labels be trippin Showing off for you niggas so you see that Duck is real I know you amazed How I set these phrases ablaze I got these stories for days With these scars that never healed [Chorus] [Verse 2] Said I got something to prove Cause my lines done improved From rapping so rude To writing smooth grooves That’ll make ya body move That’ll make ya soul soothe So I would be behooved If ya’ll did approve Deep down I really don’t care Attitude so laissez faire No comp this a game of solitaire Duck’s rhymes is the new Lord’s prayer Fuck Geraldo, this ain’t meant for you to get This is true hip-hop, lyrics getting worshipped And the sins of Alphonse Is how you got on So for decades now, you been poaching immigrants You a 70 year old troll Who the white man controls Who done sold half his soul Just to reach his goals Screaming gun control Throw the niggas in the hole But the problem was at home For Roof and Klebold Only Dylan that gets us is Bob Understands why a nigga might rob Our Daddy’s ain’t throwing no lobs Our buildings ain’t got no key fobs But the gig is up Ya’ll don’t give a fuck You tried to fool the Duck By saying DorianSucks Mouth ain’t never shut So gon and take a cut To feed ya butts Feed Ya guts Pay for huts And ya sluts huh We know how ya’ll get down On the road when ya wife ain't around Backpage looking for a pretty round Won’t make a sound About how you turn around Too soon for that Too early in the tracks To peel the layers back My mind goes black On a full blown attack Rat-a-tat-tat Clicky-clack-clack When this Ducky goes quack