This time around I'm prove it to myself
I'm standing proud regardless of whether or not it ever sells
The product never really been about the profit
Only bout showing the progress in the process, nigga stop it
Proof is in the pudding, you ain't gotta probe or prod
It's obvious pros prose is on the level with gods
Now pardon, I'm just shooting for the stars
See, I gotta lay it proper, I'm propelling out to Mars
And that should be enough to kill the game with some promo
These thirsty bitches prowling, hating niggas ask for photos
I keep it prompt, cause these next moves is pronto
The team tight knit, we ain't got no time for no rondos
No one in my proximity, with this ability
To pronounce and project proverbs so vividly
And quiet mouths ain't fed, you better take your shot
Before it's all said and done, imma leave with more than props
It's rap's prodigy, fulfilling prophecies
I'm sonning all these rappers, they probably all my progenies
I feel like Pun, Em, Jigga, Nas with the prowess
Profane as a sailor, you don't want no problems, promise
Quit the commotion, not the one for provoking
I cut you off if that negativity's what you promoting
Let me proceed, what they need is more of that pro style
Ladies love the voice and obsessing over the profile
No gimmicks, try to keep it consistent