Proud
[Chorus]
Yeah, I quit rap so I'm proud of that n***a
Bro said it's probably his last day out, so his cup got RIP Prodigy in it
I was raised by a woman, so when I say I hate all pussies there ain't no misogyny in me
I stay in the spot where the real n***as at if you wondering why you can't follow me in it
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Helmut Lang shirt, n***a cost two-fifty
Opp n***a down, can't rub two pennies, bag touch down, got me feeling stupendous
Show on the block with your boo sitting in it, bro blueberry pop got a two sitting in it
Talking gorillas my fashion, I'm screaming, I don't give a fuck about your two cents, n***a
We in Detroit with my bro, goin' DJ screwing his cup like a Houston n***a
Fill up the show with the block got me screaming we ain't got space for a useless n***a
Bro got a white boy, I got a white boy, mine just tryna be my manager
Stick on my right, hope I'm lifting it right 'cause I'm tryna flip over a challenger
Brodie sick on a flight 'cause the mix wasn't right, now he pissing off all of the passengers
Now he sitting upright, got me spilling my Sprite on my fit, I'm fucking my fabric up
I keep a stick on my right side
But on the bright side, I don't gotta worry about n***as
Stick on my right side
But on the bright side, I don't gotta worry about, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I quit rap so I'm proud of that n***a
Bro said it's probably his last day out, so his cup got RIP Prodigy in it
I was raised by a woman, so when I say I hate all pussies there ain't no misogyny in me
I stay in the spot where the real n***as at if you wondering why you can't follow me in it
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Biggin' Birk boots with the metal on back
Whole book really an opera, you send a beat, they got a falsetto for that
They clique throat shit ain't for me
N***as be weak, how you gon' settle for that
They can give me the work for the free
But that ain't for me so I ain't gon' metal with that
Yeah, I quit rap so I'm proud of that n***a
Bro said it's probably his last day out, so his cup got RIP Prodigy in it
I was raised by a woman, so when I say I hate all pussies there ain't no misogyny in me
I stay in the spot where the real n***as at if you wondering why you can't follow me in it
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Helmut Lang shirt, n***a cost two-fifty
Opp n***a down, can't rub two pennies, bag touch down, got me feeling stupendous
Show on the block with your boo sitting in it, bro blueberry pop got a two sitting in it
Talking gorillas my fashion, I'm screaming, I don't give a fuck about your two cents, n***a
We in Detroit with my bro, goin' DJ screwing his cup like a Houston n***a
Fill up the show with the block got me screaming we ain't got space for a useless n***a
Bro got a white boy, I got a white boy, mine just tryna be my manager
Stick on my right, hope I'm lifting it right 'cause I'm tryna flip over a challenger
Brodie sick on a flight 'cause the mix wasn't right, now he pissing off all of the passengers
Now he sitting upright, got me spilling my Sprite on my fit, I'm fucking my fabric up
I keep a stick on my right side
But on the bright side, I don't gotta worry about n***as
Stick on my right side
But on the bright side, I don't gotta worry about, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, I quit rap so I'm proud of that n***a
Bro said it's probably his last day out, so his cup got RIP Prodigy in it
I was raised by a woman, so when I say I hate all pussies there ain't no misogyny in me
I stay in the spot where the real n***as at if you wondering why you can't follow me in it
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Biggin' Birk boots with the metal on back
Whole book really an opera, you send a beat, they got a falsetto for that
They clique throat shit ain't for me
N***as be weak, how you gon' settle for that
They can give me the work for the free
But that ain't for me so I ain't gon' metal with that