[Intro]
Jersey, we still here.
Round two. Tell ’em.
[Verse 1]
Came up where the bus brakes hiss at the curb,
Cold hands, big plans, kept my name on the word.
No cosign, no shortcut, no seat at the table,
Made a lane from a crate and a mic with a cable.
You talk like a champ, but your feet don’t agree,
I’ve been hauling my weight while you pose for the feed.
Every loss left a mark, every mark made a map,
Now I walk in the room and the room leans back.
[Chorus: Female Chant]
Doc! Doc! Jersey on the rise!
Doc! Doc! Look ’em in the eyes!
All the way up, we don’t fold, we don’t stop!
Doc! Doc! Let the whole block talk!
[Verse 2]
You got borrowed bravado, I got miles in my lungs,
You got lines for the camera, I got proof in the drums—
Not the drums, the days, the long rides, the rent,
The “keep going” nights when the last dollar went.
I don’t need your approval, your crown, or your nod,
I can stand on a verse, let the verdict be God.
You swing at the name, I swing back with the craft,
One clean couplet make the whole front row laugh.
[Battle Part]
Step up, say it plain, don’t hide in the talk,
You rehearse being tough; I was raised for the walk.
I can hear your best line before you begin,
You brought smoke to a storm and called that a win.
Doc from Jersey, every bar got a pulse,
Built from the bottom, I don’t bluff, I don’t jolt.
This is round two, I came back with receipts,
You can keep that little title—I’m taking the streets.
[Chorus: Female Chant]
Doc! Doc! Jersey on the rise!
Doc! Doc! Look ’em in the eyes!
All the way up, we don’t fold, we don’t stop!
Doc! Doc! Let the whole block talk!
[Outro]
From the first long ride to the last loud call,
Jersey made the climb. Doc came through it all.
Round two—still standing.