[Intro] Yeah, woop woop! Its about 60 blunts on the table Bunch of locs in the studio It's 4 in the morning nigga I'm proud of y'all niggas cuh'
[Hook x2] The way niggas been running through these bricks Boy, I'm proud of ya The way niggas been loading up these clips Just know I'm proud of ya The way shawty been stacking up her chips Bitch, I'm proud of ya I'm getting money, I ain't stunting on none of this shit We so proud of ya
[Verse 1] Hold up, I ain't through yet Bitch, I'm walking around like a new check Got a closet full of brand new shit Real street nigga, you knew this Y'all niggas make me come do this Live a whole world like who this I got a 100 in, lets move this They done talked about me like Jesus They done locked up all of our leaders We got powder stuffed in our Pumas Acid all in our Adidas I got Xanax bars in my pocket She got molly pills in her purse If you pull it nigga better pop it It's about who shoot first I done fell in love with the money Got a preacher saying you cursed I'm telling him just keep praying That the money come do you worse Bars sounding like I got Biggie lungs Walking like I got Pac feet Talking like I got Malcolm's tongue Martin Luther with the King speech Looking like I'm fresh off the slum Hungry nigga I come to eat And I'm bringing the bullet for anybody That ever did anything to me I do all my dirt by lonely I don't need nobody need to come and hang with me This is for all of my homies that not did not change on me That's that real shit
[Hook x2] The way niggas been running through these bricks Boy, I'm proud of ya The way niggas been loading up these clips Just know I'm proud of ya The way shawty been stacking up her chips Bitch, I'm proud of ya I'm getting money, I ain't stunting on none of this shit We so proud of ya
[Verse 2] Hold up, lemme roll up Dope money my pockets swolled up Whole pints getting towed up Real niggas just showed up And the whole block get sold up Better let us in you know us Where that check at? You owe us You a fuck nigga, we soldiers (You a fuck nigga, we don't fuck with you) You a fuck nigga, we soldiers (You a fuck nigga, we don't fuck with you) Ain't getting money, you bogus Ain't fucking witcha, I'm focused I ain't never running out of dope I'm consistent though if you noticed I remember what the plug told us When they put the weight on my shoulders And the young niggas outgrow us Gotta pass it down to the oldest Can't stop now, keep going Getting locked down, no hoeing Get shot down start shooting Get robbed nigga, start looting These bitches gon' start choosing These niggas gon' start losing My nigga boo on Death Row right now 'bout to die by execution I'm going crazy with the money I need a mental institution Or a minute with my partner before they gas and seduce 'em Just to tell 'em, boy, I'm proud of ya
[Hook x2] The way niggas been running through these bricks Boy, I'm proud of ya The way niggas been loading up these clips Just know I'm proud of ya The way shawty been stacking up her chips Bitch, I'm proud of ya I'm getting money, I ain't stunting on none of this shit We so proud of ya
Compositores: David Darnell Brown, Steven Tyrone Jr Harris (Young Steve O), Krishon Obrien Gaines (Kg) ECAD: Obra #19463100