Prove You Wrong lyrics

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 sh*t
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 b*tch 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 f*ck 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
b*tch!
I never could bottle this, all this rejection
They said I would not be sh*t
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 di*k, 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 b*tch on my di*k, 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 – b*tch
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 b*tch
You gon make me just go Tony Montana
Blow money like Hammer, they’re back on my di*k
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