Prove You Wrong

Intro:
Alan Z, ho
King Los
Let's go

Chorus: (Alan Z)
I got now, ain’t no op finna stop what I’m on
Ima stunt, cuz I live for just proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
Ima flex cuz I live for just proving you wrong

Verse 1: (Alan Z)
Shoulda been put on from the jump
As a teen, I was bodying shit
Lil Bow Wow, Lil Romeo, Lil Alan Z
Like a Plan B stopping these kids
Added to the fact I got starpower too
How many more MCs gotta get dissed?
Before you see I’m Untouchable
Like the caste system, I got a black dot when I spit
Grew up with low self esteem
I put my worth in my body count
Got every bad bitch in every state, block, and town
Calling me daddy
Ironic because their real fathers were not around
Caught them Freudian slipping
Celebratory when I can stick more than the tip in
I don’t make love to these hoes
I fuck them and put on a show: the PornHub edition
I ain’t never been buddy-buddy with Asian rappers
Because they hate the fact that I can take this past
Our motherland, ‘cause I been had that mainstream factor
While they stay in packs, what I create impacts
White America like my last name was Mathers
See the culture shift, the Endgame is that
I ain’t signing deals
Unless I’m taking half…you rappers’ lives
You don’t wanna see Thanos snap
Bitch!
I never could bottle this, all this rejection
They said I would not be shit
Instead I turned negative into positive
Therapy sesh, vented and profited
Best to acknowledge it
Pay for my time
You can bet ima pocket it, debit, deposited
Getting more popular
Michael B Jordan the set when I’m rocking it,
Everyone’s on my dick, jocking it (yuh)

Chorus: (Alan Z)
I got now, ain’t no op finna stop what I’m on
Ima stunt, cuz I live for just proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
Ima flex cuz I live for just proving you wrong

Verse 2: (King Los)
Every time, that’s a fact though
Every line is a fact though
All my grind, that’s a fact though
Your bitch on my dick, that’s a fact though, fact though
You dinosaur and I’m fly…pterodactyl
I’m a connoisseur, carnivore
You never ever saw my kind before
Let us rap, I see salt being thrown
I’m way too seasoned to just be beefing
I’m vegan, and I feel so alone
Listen to me, I copped the watch, killed the chain
Said my grace, almond milked the game
Cash cow, hate pigs, hash browns in my blunt
Am I blunt enough?
Crack your egg for jumping up, bumping Humpty Hump
Black Impala, pumping guts
Apple crumble crush a vet
Never touch a debt again – rich
I’m everything I said I am – bitch
Wipe me I’m too fresh for them – slick
Adjust my chain, kiss my hand
But don’t touch my ring, lil ho
(Alan Z: Talk to them! What else?)
I know you’re trying to figure me out
Play the piano while I freestyle
Oh, my style ain’t free listen up now
I’m in my baggy, I’m back in the mix
I’m in my space, so back, back it lil bitch
You gon make me just go Tony Montana
Blow money like Hammer, they’re back on my dick

Chorus (Alan Z)
I got now, ain’t no op finna stop what I’m on
Ima stunt, cuz I live for just proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
(Proving you wrong) Proving you wrong
Ima flex cuz I live for just proving you wrong