NBA YoungBoy – Proud Of Myself

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NBA YoungBoy – Proud Of Myself


Ayo Bans, what you cookin’?
Look, this Alice grandson Kentrell
Yeah, that lil’ boy who you used to always tell on
I used to be jumpin’ yo’ gate, takin’ the oranges

I could tell you that I am proud of myself
I grew apart, but that’s just the way it is
Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain’t want me with they kids
Probably thought that I a die when they see the way I live, oh-oh
I done made it ‘cross the field, that’s a touchdown
Clockin’ in, cut a key, gotta work now
Mama know that we up now
Birkin back bag full of cash, hold on, let’s go
They don’t like me, but I got it, I’m in it, this how it is
I was down, ain’t have nobody, I did it, that’s my business
I need forgiveness for bad that I did
I thank God that he blessed me with all of my friends
I’m in the hills with all of these Ms
Young nigga smoke K-2, but I’m smokin’ this shit with twin
I was stressin’ over you while you wildin’ out with yo’ friends
With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin’, we shootin’ again, yeah
And I came out the cell, boy
Ain’t finish school, but I said that I excel for it
I’m gettin’ it in, I ain’t quittin’ ’cause I’m winnin’
Knowin’ how I’m rockin’, I ain’t stoppin’ for the law tonight
Layin’ ’round with crib, bad women
Rythm that I’m feelin’, they still got me goin’ off tonight
Shawty know she real bad with it
She gon’ ride me and ride ’til I tell her for to stop at the light
Stay off the ‘Gram, not makin’ friends and she fuck with that
She made a video out with ’em and I’m lovin’ that
I got a group of bad women wanna tussle
Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah
They ain’t wanna see me winnin’, I was in the prison
Missing my children, oh
I— I come from playin’ with that glizzy, tryna’ hit em’ ‘cross the fences
I ain’t rappin’, I a ten it (Okay)
Stuck up in it, I feel like I’m on my own (Feel like I’m on my own)
Paid them millions, I still don’t feel like I’m home
And it’s the small lil’ things been goin’ wrong
Feel like my mama gon’ away for like way too long
I ain’t tryna party ’round y’all
Cooler than a bird body, more sauce than a Gala walk
Recognize before it’s missin’, I completed every mission
I done made it out my grandad house
Shawty, please don’t you leave
Don’t you see that I’m in a two way love affair
Got my heart broke, If I was focused on that
Would’ve got my head knocked off
Money gettin’ disease, gun-totin’, slingin’ nigga
Dead wrong how you vision me (Dead wrong how you vision me)
And I’m richer than every single my specific critics
Watch your tone when you mention me
I can feel it deep inside of my soul
And I know it’s gon’ get better as we go
As you know (Oh), all I receive
Still a ride in a rental with **** in my denim
John Elliott linen, got crease in my jeans, say Amiri
Ayy, say who a ten and I stand, okay
No, she ain’t loyal, ain’t fallin’ away
But, inside that girl, I be far away
Run it up, way too much racks for a safe
Seven hundred thousand, won’t pay for the case, that’s a shame
Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say?
I won’t get played, ain’t no love for the game

Grandma, I did it
I don’t really care what they say, I did it
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh Top



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