Something to Prove

I am Juice WRLD She tell me we forever Fuck forever, I just wanna fuck forever Off a perky I could probably fuck forever .40 on my hip, that's for whoever He say he gon' kill me, I say whatever Niggas talk too much Tell 'em shut the fuck up, before we shoot the place up He wanna fight? Cool, first, let me smoke my blunt Let me load my gun, pull it out, they run, hey Rockstar lifestyle, I won't make it Bad lil' bitch in the hotel naked She told me that she know that I talk to Satan He say he tryna kill me, baby, keep on prayin' Left my perks in the room, left the shrooms in there too I got nothin' to lose, I don't pity the fool If he keeps on makin' a ruckus, he'll be makin' the news Call my New York nigga up to come to chop 'em in two, ooh You sayin' that you didn't do what you do But my shooters already on you, they gon' do what they do, ooh Look at your bitch, the way she fuckin' the crew The way she fuckin' the crew, she think she part of the crew, cool I turn it up, don't got nothin' to lose Get fucked up when it's nothin' to do, ooh No handouts, don't got nothin' for you, ooh Gun on my waist I got somethin' to prove, 'ove I turn it up, don't got nothin' to lose Get fucked up when it's nothin' to do, ooh No handouts, don't got nothin' for you, ooh Gun on my waist I got somethin' to prove, 'ove I'm in a mood, Cupid ready to shoot Yeah, I'm ready to love, but I ain't ready to lose You got a date with destiny, destiny ready for you These bitches pressin' me, do I look like a button to you? I was together when it started now I'm comin' a loose Spit at Cupid in the face and now I'm runnin' from you I went from talking about guns to lovin' on you I keep it on me 'cause nobody takin' nothing from you, ooh Every song turns to a love song, uh I think that my life is a love song Fuck around, got so high, it's a drug song I love drugs, so I guess it's still a love song, hey Every song turns to a love song, uh I think that my life is a love song Fuck around, got so high, it's a drug song I love drugs, so I guess it's still a love song, hey I turn it up, don't got nothin' to lose Get fucked up when it's nothin' to do, ooh No handouts, don't got nothin' for you, ooh Gun on my waist I got somethin' to prove, 'ove I turn it up, don't got nothin' to lose Get fucked up when it's nothin' to do, ooh No handouts, don't got nothin' for you, ooh Gun on my waist I got somethin' to prove, 'ove