In “Living Proof,” xaviersobased admits he doesn’t fear his girlfriend enough, and that lack of fear is exactly why she’s furious. He stuffs bags in the trunk and hits the road, smoking weed to cope and chasing other women because this life isn’t a joke or a game. The repeated image of bags going straight in the trunk turns money into a getaway, not a home. His own existence becomes the proof that survival demands movement, even when it leaves love behind.
Living Proof Lyrics by xaviersobased
Yeah, I don’t fear my bitch, enough
I think that’s why she’s mad as fuck
Every time— yeah, all these bags
All these bags goin’ straight in my trunk, yeah
I’m finna hit the road
Smokin’ this weed, that’s how I cope, yeah
That’s why I fuck these hoes, uh
This life shit not a joke, huh
This life shit not a game, ayy (Yeah)
Look what they do for the fame
That selfish shit gettin’ you play, ayy
Yeah, I know I could never be perfect, uh (Woo)
I’ma keep this shit a stack, yeah (Woo)
Beatin’ myself to keep workin’, ayy
Nigga they know that’s a fact, ayy (Woo)
And I know they jealous of the fact that I could do it and they can’t (Woo)
Yeah, bitch, I tell ’em they can
Been tried to tell ’em they can, bitch I—
Yeah, yeah
It’s just xav, it’s living proof
Bitch, hell just broke in, got kicked out the coupe
You don’t got no car, bitch, you tryna move?
Don’t care anyway, she is a smooch
Yeah, I don’t fear my bitch, enough
I think that’s why she’s mad as fuck
Every time— yeah, all these bags
All these bags goin’ straight in my trunk, yeah
I’m finna hit the road
Smokin’ this weed, that’s how I cope, yeah
That’s why I fuck these hoes, uh
This life shit not a joke, huh
This life shit not a game, ayy (Yeah)
Look what they do for the fame
That selfish shit gettin’ you play, ayy
