Proud Of Me (feat. FCG Heem)
We ain't doin' too much (nobody ain't want no static)
He gotta be a star (gotta be a star, yeah)
Ayy, he gotta be a star (oh, he gotta be a star, yeah)
He gotta be a star (got to)
Uh
Ayy, I made it out the hood
I hope you proud of me (I hope you proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the dick, do it properly (just do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top
It ain't no stoppin' me (it ain't no stoppin' me)
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV
Long way from poverty (finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back
Them boys gon' slide for me (they slide for me)
How the fuck I blow through thirty thousand?
I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city, glizzy'd up
They can't get rid of me (glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me)
Smokin' on that gas like a Mack truck (Mack truck)
I know you a fan but, nigga, back up (back up)
Made it from the bottom, got my racks up (got my racks up)
I ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch if I done had her
I done had her, ayy, I need a new bitch
They was watchin' me, I went and got a new wheel
Uh, took my Rollie, bussed it down, I got a new wrist
Uh, don't lose you life for all that flexin' on that cool shit
Uh, wait your turn, nigga, it ain't your turn (turn)
Just like my diamonds, I just wanna shine (just wanna shine)
Got them racks but I go hard like I
Ain't got a dime (ain't got a dime)
And I'm gon' put one in your top you think 'bout takin' mine
Twenty-five shots out that FN, they might take your mind
Told lil' bruh
"You signed up for this shit, you better not drop a dime"
And I know them niggas want my spot
Better fall in line (fall in line)
They won't need no Perky when it's murder time (when it's murder time)
Choppers up
Them young niggas killin' for no reason (they killing for no reason)
Militant, my woadie
Now we spinnin' for no reason (spinnin' for no reason)
It's a mag' to the game, I'm never leavin' (swear, I'm never leavin')
I swear I'm grindin' hard so we can
Ball every season (ball every season)
Ball on these niggas just like Tiffany (haddish)
Fuck her off a Perc, it give me energy (ain't want no static)
Ayy, you must be paralyzed if you ain't feelin' me (if you ain't feelin' me)
I said I like you, baby girl
I ain't mean it literally (no, I ain't mean that literally)
Diamonds rose gold, Rose Bowl, Jerry Jeudy
Shawty way in Houston, fell in love with her booty
All these fuckin' clips in the Suburban, shoot a movie
Know them niggas ain't wanna see me win, look how they do me
Ayy, look how they do me (how they do me)
Uh, I be kickin' shit just like Bruce Lee (ayy, just like Bruce Lee)
She say she love me
She don't never wanna lose me (she don't wanna lose me)
I just might put one in your cap if you get moody (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the dick, do it properly (ayy, do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV
Long way from poverty (finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back
Them boys gon' slide for me (they slide for me)
How the fuck I blow through thirty thousand?
I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city glizzy'd up
They can't get rid of me (they can't get rid of me)
He gotta be a star (gotta be a star, yeah)
Ayy, he gotta be a star (oh, he gotta be a star, yeah)
He gotta be a star (got to)
Uh
Ayy, I made it out the hood
I hope you proud of me (I hope you proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the dick, do it properly (just do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top
It ain't no stoppin' me (it ain't no stoppin' me)
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV
Long way from poverty (finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back
Them boys gon' slide for me (they slide for me)
How the fuck I blow through thirty thousand?
I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city, glizzy'd up
They can't get rid of me (glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me)
Smokin' on that gas like a Mack truck (Mack truck)
I know you a fan but, nigga, back up (back up)
Made it from the bottom, got my racks up (got my racks up)
I ain't beefin' 'bout no bitch if I done had her
I done had her, ayy, I need a new bitch
They was watchin' me, I went and got a new wheel
Uh, took my Rollie, bussed it down, I got a new wrist
Uh, don't lose you life for all that flexin' on that cool shit
Uh, wait your turn, nigga, it ain't your turn (turn)
Just like my diamonds, I just wanna shine (just wanna shine)
Got them racks but I go hard like I
Ain't got a dime (ain't got a dime)
And I'm gon' put one in your top you think 'bout takin' mine
Twenty-five shots out that FN, they might take your mind
Told lil' bruh
"You signed up for this shit, you better not drop a dime"
And I know them niggas want my spot
Better fall in line (fall in line)
They won't need no Perky when it's murder time (when it's murder time)
Choppers up
Them young niggas killin' for no reason (they killing for no reason)
Militant, my woadie
Now we spinnin' for no reason (spinnin' for no reason)
It's a mag' to the game, I'm never leavin' (swear, I'm never leavin')
I swear I'm grindin' hard so we can
Ball every season (ball every season)
Ball on these niggas just like Tiffany (haddish)
Fuck her off a Perc, it give me energy (ain't want no static)
Ayy, you must be paralyzed if you ain't feelin' me (if you ain't feelin' me)
I said I like you, baby girl
I ain't mean it literally (no, I ain't mean that literally)
Diamonds rose gold, Rose Bowl, Jerry Jeudy
Shawty way in Houston, fell in love with her booty
All these fuckin' clips in the Suburban, shoot a movie
Know them niggas ain't wanna see me win, look how they do me
Ayy, look how they do me (how they do me)
Uh, I be kickin' shit just like Bruce Lee (ayy, just like Bruce Lee)
She say she love me
She don't never wanna lose me (she don't wanna lose me)
I just might put one in your cap if you get moody (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (proud of me)
Baby, when you suck the dick, do it properly (ayy, do it properly)
Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me
Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be
Mama, look, I'm finally on TV
Long way from poverty (finally on TV, long way from poverty)
Know my brother got my back
Them boys gon' slide for me (they slide for me)
How the fuck I blow through thirty thousand?
I got that shit on me (I got that shit on me)
Ridin' through the city glizzy'd up
They can't get rid of me (they can't get rid of me)
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Robert Amparan
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