Prove Em Wrong

Intro

Uh

Chi-town

Let's get it

God's plan, my plan, same thing

Verse 1: Kanye West

I told mama I was gonna make it out the hood

she said baby just be careful cause the world ain't good

to niggas with a dream and a sample and a soul

chipmunk on the record but I'm playing for the gold

told the CEO I'm coming for your fucking job

now I'm on the cover of every mag you got

used to deliver lyrics with the pizza and the pop

now the whole world know me and they can't make it stop

They said the nigga who make beats shouldn't rap

I said watch me sell out arenas and never look back

I don't carry guns I carry samples and a soul

Mr West yes I think I'm the best

every record I drop got the hand of God pressed

all up in the speaker all up in your chest

South Side Chicago and I never get no rest

Every A&R that passed on me can kiss my ass

every label that said wait your turn can kiss my ass

I been the realest nigga in the room since the beginning

and the room keep getting bigger and I keep on winning

winning meaning more than just the plaques on the wall

winning meaning I stood up every time I had to fall

and I fell a lot — the blogs had a field day

I just went back to the lab and made another banger the same day

Verse 2: Kanye West

Now everything I am is everything they doubted

every nigga told me I was finished I just flouted

every rule they said I had to follow just to make it

took the soul record and I flipped it till they couldn't fake it —

couldn't copy what I did cause what I did came from somewhere

real — came from Sunday service and the welfare

check that mama stretched to make the rent by Friday —

came from being the only nigga dressed different every Friday

in a school that punished difference with exclusion —

I turned the exclusion into the fucking solution

to a rap game that was running out of something honest —

I was the something honest and I kept every promise

I ever made to the kid in the mirror at sixteen

telling him the world was gonna know exactly what he mean.

Now the Grammy on the shelf and mama never saw it

every time I win I feel like I ain't really earned it

she the reason I could even make the beat

put her in a better house and got her off that street

South Side memories they follow everywhere I go

platinum on the wall but I still feel the cold

of every winter that we struggled just to keep the lights on

mama working overtime and never had the right on

anything that comfortable people take for granted —

I took all of that and turned it into something candid

on a record that the world couldn't stop playing —

and every bar I ever wrote had mama's voice saying

baby you was always meant for something bigger than this city —

I made the city mine.

That's the real Chicago story.