Proof 2

Saying my songs are funny that just makes me pissed off
On the Rockets level, I go Harden, then I lift off
Murdering these tracks makes me wonder will these kills stop
When I finish up here you will ask me will I chill? Nah
Little guy with big dreams
I don’t care if you don’t like me
Don’t get in between my goals or you will have to fight me
Spilling my heart out for the world to listen
Words of wisdom I be spittin'
That’s my mission
Companies just bring them record deals in
Acting like strippers or prostitutes tryna get for cash
But you ain’t even touching me
Went from a quiet type to shouting on the mic
While spitting all the hype
People just missing the older me
Summon all my bros and sisters like Saint Paul with words of wisdom All of me
is checked in like I got a business
Boxes filled in for my hitlist
No surviving with a death wish
I’m going all out, I’m going all out
This right here is Proof 2, my all now
I’m going all out, I’m going all out
This right here is Proof 2, my all now