Proud Of Him

J Foreign
Jimmy, your ear's so cute

Probably ain't fit for this -, I still ain't met nobody real as us
Better keep me 'round, it's very rare, you need somebody real as -
Shots hit, them bullets missed, but my - ain't get to duck
- back to back, surviving is a must, so we ain't giving up

- talking 'bout send my location, like she ain't finna -
- you know them young - waiting, watch how you pulling up
Talking 'bout put my trust in a cop, like they ain't killing us
Them babies, what the - you think I'm living for?

I'm crazy, I been switching up my mood, on some bipolar -
My soulja told me if you a soulja then keep it soulja then
You got problems, then don't show it
Then I'm like, how the - do I hold it in?
Youngin say nobody out, well I'm like, youngin, go again

I know something gotta give, so many losses
I be feeling like I gotta win
Don't take the drugs, tell me how to cope with my problems then
Born cursed, I'm tryna figure out what my father did
He feel the same, he said he been going through a lot of -

Ay, - change, - change, I can't complain
That's what them dollars did
How you feeling? Drained finna go insane
That's how you oughta feel
When you adapting to this fame -?
It's a different way you gotta live
But he still on that same -, ay tell Poppa I'm proud of him

I'm on the block in DC, hold up, hop out they gotta see me
And leave the scraps at the room, I'm cool, I got Quez
Feel like I owe it all to Dee-Dee
Showed a - signed I should've been seen

I keep my youngins 'round
Because they known for making - bleed
I ain't no - mixed breed, I'm full-blooded
I been cutting off my so-called cousins, I feel like - 'em

When the - you - became gangsta all of a sudden?
And I just talked to Chevy a lil' pain, that - ain't nothing
But you - know how we coming early
Like the church on Sunday
Brodie swerving all on purpose, and we smoking out the onions

Can't be out here like no dummy
Know you got to believe in something
Said you got to believe it's coming
Probably got the game from a junkie, I ain't frontin'

I know something gotta give, so many losses
I be feeling like I gotta win
Don't take the drugs, tell me how to cope with my problems then
They born cursed, I'm tryna figure out what my father did
He feel the same, he said he been going through a lot of -

Ay, - change, - change, I can't complain
That's what them dollars did
How you feeling? Drained finna go insane
That's how you oughta feel
When you adapting to this fame -?
It's a different way you gotta live
But he still on that same -, ay tell Poppa I'm proud of him



Credits
Writer(s): Lukas Payne, Sterling Reynolds, Janarious Wheeler, Jayden Rolle, David Kim
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