Prem Proven Songtext
von AJ Tracey

I′m in that bitch with the fire, nah, I'm in that bitch, with the three-piece combo
Big motion man′s more than a guy, bro's outside with the glee or long nose
They ain't even notice me, they ain′t even know these glees got switches
Don′t ask me how I spend my riches, two tings holdin' the sticks they′re witches

I got a chain that cost me a car (rrr-eow), I got a car that cost me a house (bling-blaow)
The young Gs said they'll shoot for the three, that′s Gary Payton, and it cost me a ounce
I got a bad one, works as a teacher (facts), real grown, but she dress like a student (haha)
You don't know about them ones there ′cause you lack motion, and you ain't prem proven (no motion)

We got hammers like home improvement, and do drills mana B and Q, it
You take pics with the knock won't use it (why?), we abuse it man′ll beat and bruise it (baow)
Full Rick when I wanna go Tesco, I just drip, don′t need any reason
Send man way out there to the gallows, get X'd I don′t tolerate treason (haha)

You man are snakin' the set, bet, pillow talk on the guys is wet
Import bad ones in economy seats, but for the mumzy call in the jet
You never got a cost price, Audemar yet (bling-blaow), you boys broke, and I′m bored of the chat
Your girls tryna come, on tour for a sec, Watkins in the box I'm more than a threat


I′m in that bitch with the fire, nah, I'm in that bitch, with the three-piece combo
Big motion man's more than a guy, bros outside with the glee or long nose
They ain′t even notice me, they ain′t even know these glees got switches
Don't ask me how I spend my riches, two tings holdin′ the sticks they're witches

Rose wine and a rose gold bussdown, rose gold curvy gyal with an anklet
Fuck verbal, we′re tracin' addresses, send a ooter through your door like pamphlet
Bro said he′ll let pounds fly for the low if he gets backstage at my next few shows (facts)
Best know I had bro side stage with the Clase Azul and all of the hos

Came in the game, all of the bros (all of them), still here with all of the bros (all of them)
Hopped out on that boy that was talkin', he was 10 deep and all of them froze (all of them)
Balenciaga frames, I'm out here, no convo ′cause my head′s on Mars
I told my shooter lemme get space (space), can't be around me when you′re shootin' stars (welcome to the fuckin′ Prem)

Don't pretend to miss the drop like, drop like
Act up, and you′ll get a shot like, shot like
Dark thoughts 'cause my head's not right, not right (not right)
Duck jakes foot down through a stop light (skrrt)
′Round the bend acceleratin′ (skrrt)
Tyres screech too loud, can't hear the hatin′
Them man broke, so they're still on same ting (glee, glee)

I′m in that bitch with the fire, nah, I'm in that bitch, with the three-piece combo
Big motion man′s more than a guy, bro's outside with the glee or long nose
They ain't even notice me, they ain′t even know these glees got switches
Don′t ask me how I spend my riches, two tings holdin' the sticks they′re witches