Testo Proud Of Myself - Sheff G
Testo della canzone Proud Of Myself (Sheff G), tratta dall'album Proud Of Myself
Stand for somethin', don't fall for nothin', yeah, huh
Streets be hungry, keep a drum
Part is missin' need me one
Second grade, was still the one, yeah, huh
Shorty mixy, but I'm with her
Had to chase her, like some liquor
She say I'm her favorite—
Look
Look what it do to me, huh
I tried to trade the pain in for the love
But look what it do to me, huh
Druggin' this medicine, it's not prescribed
Don't care what it do to me, huh
I rather drop my crown to see you smile
Was a clown to make you frown, I let you down—
And that's that
Hop in the V and I'm racin', hold on
Money only thing I'm chasin', huh
Had to get it out the basement, huh
Had to get it out the mud, hold on—
Can't wait to meet her
Catch me in the spot like, "Ayo, Cig"
They know who got the city
Can't do nothin' with me
Catch me with the wetties—
Not a threat
Bro just copped a Lamb', boy, this ain't no renty, uh
Yeah, this car go fast, this a Trackhawk, baby, uh
Yeah, this shit go fast, fast, fast, fast, fast (Rah)
Yeah, they set me free, them niggas can't contain me (Niggas can't)—
Hachoo, ooh, look
Baby, come and flex with me
Don't forget the Sheff with G
Prettier next to me, look (look)
Baby, come and drive the V
Going 'til it's next—
Everyday, I wake up, I promise myself, "Go harder"
Dumb decisions done brought me here but now I'm smarter, look
O-oo-ooh, look
Prayin', tryna stimulate my senses, look
Talkin' to myself, don't know what friends is, huh
You can't read to finish this sentence—
1.5 on the bailout
Made another mil' on the way out, look (Look), uh
I was just in jail, sendin' mail out
I was in the yard with them real killers
Show you how to eat and keep a closed mouth—
Uh, I know there's no healing what I've been through, uh
She say that it's love, but this ain't this, uh
Always tie my shoes, but I still trip, uh
Say you wouldn't do, but you still did, uh—
Uh - don't love me, then— uh
Don't love me, then leave
Look, baby, I'm fine, like I been relaxin'
But you know I drop- like a laxative
Hit from behind, she love how I wax it
Use my thumb 'cause she love to get nasty
Baby, you active—
Can't be playin'
Hop in a wraith and I'm dippin'
I don't expect one to like this life I be livin'
I was a bait, you was fishin'
'Cause they tried to line me, I just survived it, uh
You be around for me
If I go to jail, would you hold it—
Go get that money back
Thought she was stylin' on me
Now look how she run it back
Still in love with drilin' but I-
Had to switch my roll, so bro put up the block
I pass the knock, we call it pick 'n roll
Fresh Loc back, I'm ditchin' souls
At your—
Won't play with you again
Huh, fucked up, baby, can I still be your man?
Tell me what you want from us, baby, we could do that shit again
(Yeah)
Should've took you to Japan, took you to Hawaii, shawty want a tan
Out of the world like Elon Musk, baby, tryna get high with me, when?
Yeah, she know that I do what I want—
Hah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, save that, yeah this proud of myself
(Proud of myself)
Credits
Writer(s): Karel Jorge, Jeremy Soto, Johnathan Micheal Scott, Michael Kyle Williams
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