Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Proud Of Him, artist - Lil Poppa.
Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Proud Of Him |
Probably ain’t fit for this shit I still ain’t met nobody real as us |
Better keep me round it’s very rare you need somebody real as fuck |
Shots hit them bullets missed but my niggas ain’t get to duck |
Shit back to back surviving is a must so we ain’t giving up |
Bitch talking bout send my location like she ain’t finna fuck |
Bitch you know them young niggas waiting watch how you pulling up |
Talking bout put my trust in a cop like they ain’t killing us |
Them babies what the fuck you think I’m living for |
I’m crazy I been switching up my mood on some bipolar shit |
My soulja told me if you a soulja then keep it soulja then |
You got problems then don’t show it then I’m like how the fuck to hold it in |
Youngin say nobody out well I’m like youngin go again |
I know something gotta give so many losses I be feeling like I gotta win |
Don’t take the drugs tell me how to cope with my problems then |
Born cursed I’m tryna figure out what my father did |
He feel the same he said he been going through a lot of shit |
Niggas change bitches change I can’t complain that’s what them dollars did |
How you feeling? |
Drained finna go insane that’s how you outta feel |
When you adapting to this fame shit it’s a different way you gotta live |
But he still on that same shit aye tell Poppa I’m proud of him |
I’m on the block in DC hold up hop out they gotta see me |
Aye leave the straps at the room I’m cool I got Quez and Chi Chi |
Feel like I owe it all to deedee showed a nigga signed I should’ve been seen |
I keep my youngins round because they known for making shit bleed |
I ain’t no fucking mixed breed I’m full blooded I been cutting off my so called |
cousins I feel like fuck em |
When the fuck you niggas became gangsta all of a sudden |
And I just talked to Chevy a lil pain that shit ain’t nothing |
But you niggas know how we coming early like the church on Sunday |
Brodie swerving all on purpose and we smoking out the onion |
Can’t be out here like no dummy know you got to believe in something |
You got to believe it coming probably got the game from a junkie I ain’t |
fronting |
I know something gotta give so many losses I be feeling like I gotta win |
Don’t take the drugs tell me how to cope with my problems then |
Born cursed I’m tryna figure out what my father did |
He feel the same he said he been going through a lot of shit |
Niggas change bitches change I can’t complain that’s what them dollars did |
How you feeling? |
Drained finna go insane that’s how you outta feel |
When you adapting to this fame shit it’s a different way you gotta live |
But he still on that same shit aye tell Poppa I’m proud of him |