Proof in the Pudding（バージョン2）

Same pop-rap lane, new theme.

Intro

(uh)

Yeah

Verse 1

Everybody wanna know the secret to the climb

Ain't no secret, just a lot of sacrificed time

Slept on floors before I ever slept on satin sheets

Counted up the no's before I counted up the wins, the streets

Taught me how to read a room before I read a room of execs

Taught me how to keep my cool when everybody's testing checks

I don't flex for clout, I flex 'cause I survived it

Every single thing I built, I built it, I designed it

Pre-Chorus

So don't ask me how I did it overnight

(overnight, overnight)

Ten years deep before you saw the light

(overnight, overnight)

Chorus

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Call it raspy, call it rough, call it built from scratch

This the sound of someone who refused to match

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Verse 2

I came up reading rejection letters like they were scripture

Every single "no" just sharpened up the picture

I don't need the praise, I just need the proof in the work

Let the haters talk, I just let my actions do the work

I'm not new to this, I'm just new to your attention

Been grinding in the shadows, now I'm worth a mention

Came up underrated, leaving overqualified

Watch the way the whole room shifts when I walk inside

Pre-Chorus

So don't ask me how I did it overnight

(overnight, overnight)

Ten years deep before you saw the light

(overnight, overnight)

Chorus

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Call it raspy, call it rough, call it built from scratch

This the sound of someone who refused to match

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Bridge

Built from scratch

(built from scratch)

No shortcuts

(no shortcuts)

Everything I touch turns golden

'Cause I never gave it up

Chorus

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Call it raspy, call it rough, call it built from scratch

This the sound of someone who refused to match

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the proof in the pudding, I'm the receipts in the bag

(uh, oh-oh)

I'm the one they slept on, now they wanna brag

Outro

(uh)

Refused to match

Yeah