Proud of Me

I get a call from my ex said she proud of me
Me and bitches we got history, they love to lie to me
Hit the switch shit hit the fan
I stick my nine up at the sky this shit a robbery
Pop out in red bottoms like a nigga hit the lottery
We see his soul and rip it out of em
I rock this shit undoubtedly
I been on a roll and they ain't stopping me
Ain't no PJ fly economy
Niggas on that smoke, niggas on that Fentanyl
He got rolled up in a pack last time they did me wrong
That's a fact
Shit I'm busy call me back and that's that
Union Beach New Jersey, love my city that's a fact
Swear to god I wrote this shit
While I was halfway crossed the map nigga
No cap really snakes up in the grass
I was with my man's turned around and seen a target on my back
Seen the red in the eyes of these niggas
Only money on his mind he finna die just to get it
Pray to god that my parents never die and they live to see a million
I give a fuck if you don't like it cause I know that niggas feel it uh

Imma hot commodity
Hardest from my city, shit I got to be
Who really go as hard as me?
Fighting my anxiety and poverty
These niggas didn't rock with me

Back on ten watch me slide through
Funny how my friends slowly turning into rivals
I got no comp, got no opps, turn me up a notch
Fuck that turn me up a lot
I went from writing poetry to having this lil rap shit on a lock
Oh you thought that I would slow down?
I hit that bitch and knock a hoe down
I was low down, now they checking on my profile
Shit I'm feeling right at home now
As I'm sitting on my throne now
Turn it up like it's a hundred one degrees
Busy putting on my team
This for all them people who ain't believe in me
They was talking out they neck they said they needed me
They end up leaving me, no reasoning, I move on peacefully
Remember nights I use to punch in
I don't do this cause I need to nigga, I do this cause I love it
They might have had me pressed but I ain't budging
Ten toes down still thugging shit it feel funny
Point it at his chest, minty fresh
Just like Vicks trynna heal something
Aim on ten, I might fuck around and spill something
Never stood on top a stage, never walked inside a Stu
I made this shit inside my closet, what the fuck is your excuse?
They was gatekeeping so I let a dozen in
I give a fuck if you don't like it shit I'm going by my government
All black but I pop out like a general
One bitch, two bitch, three bitch, etcetera
Niggas back home hit me up, like is you dead or what?
Nah, nah, chill I just took a leave of absence in this bitch
I just tap-in then I dip oh shit
Now I'm back up on this bitch

Imma hot commodity
Hardest from my city, shit I got to be
Who really go as hard as me?
Fighting my anxiety and poverty
These niggas didn't rock with me