[Intro: Proof]
Motherfucker if we get out this shit (Yeah fo' sho')
I ain't never going back you hear me?
Never (Never)
I'ma do whatever I can do (Lay down, lay down)

[Verse 1: Proof]
Packing a fo' fo' [?]
Running from po-po, my pockets stressed from no dough
Hustle by night, tustle and fight
Muscled the right victim by touching they life, rushing the stripes
With the AK-47 hitting squares
Don't lose your life over that stairwell
Ain't going back to jail, back in Hell
I'm taking the city with me before I'm packed back in cells
Got a mission [?] Mafia wishlist
Hopping the fences, vicious, I'm walking thе districts (Districts)
Sensless, recklеss behaviour, blasting your neighbour
My connections is major, agents get [flavour flesh wounds?] with some razors
Wild the fuck out with Von Carlisle, "Gimme the car now!"
We'll get a Uzi to trim up your eyebrows
[?] robbing your dreads
I'm a 5 Star general dodging the feds, it's Grand Theft Auto

[Chorus: Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
When we aim the gun n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Verse 2: Dogmatic]
Yeah I shot that bitch but I really didn't have to
Witnesses on the scene standing still like a statue (Damn)
Beware when I pass you, you might not live
Diabolical ideas got you clutching your ribs
It's depreciating the hope of you making it home to your kids
Like "Damn, look at what the fuck this young n***a done did"
Shit I'm sick peeling these wigs, straight up survival
Worse than the terrorist attacks, grab the bibles
We don't like you or anyone that looks like you
On sight got animal instinct just to fight you
Punks kick and bite you, death invites you
I'm standing on 8 Mile, cocking back my rifle
I travel lightly, making lead sight see
Make a movie out your black ass like Spike Lee
Shooting at the police, n***a I'm deranged (POW!)
Jack my lame highschool [?], it's Grand Theft Auto

[Chorus: Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
When we aim the gun n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Verse 3: Kuniva]
Yo, I got an occupation of blasting people, dodging incarceration
This double barrel's guaranteed to push a n***a's face in
Paper chasing, adrenaline rushing, heart is racing
Pacing back and forth in abandoned buildings, that's my station
A gun for hire, get hung with wire
It's unaccountable how many times I slung the iron
Keep your car alarms on and the doors locked tightly
'Cause as shiesty as I might be, there's more n***as just like me
I gives a fuck whether it's an Escalade or a Pinto
My tolerance is zero, my feelings are made of Brillo
Whoever hires me they better keep they eyes on me
'Cause I was born lonely so n***a I'll die lonely
The Uzi just apart of my stash
I'm shooting at these cops in the stoley, hit the corner hard and I crashed
Now I got the feds on me, I'm running and shooting rapidly
Before I get wasted my bullets hit them with accuracy

[Chorus: Proof]
My reasons are need are reasons of greed
In the season to bleed n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No need for reasoning, increase the reason
Y'all gon' bleed this evening, we killers, it's Grand Theft Auto
Ain't no games and fun, dangerous scum
When we aim the gun n***a, it's Grand Theft Auto
No fun and games, just run that chain
Before the gun spits flame, it's Grand Theft Auto
[Outro: Proof]
5 Star
5 Star
5 Star