Proud lyrics

[Chorus]
Yeah, I quit rap so I'm proud of that n*gga
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*ggas at if you wondering why you can't follow me in it

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Helmut Lang shirt, n*gga cost two-fifty
Opp n*gga 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 f*ck about your two cents, n*gga
We in Detroit with my bro, goin' DJ screwing his cup like a Houston n*gga
Fill up the show with the block got me screaming we ain't got space for a useless n*gga
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 p*ssing off all of the passengers
Now he sitting upright, got me spilling my Sprite on my fit, I'm f*cking my fabric up
I keep a stick on my right side
But on the bright side, I don't gotta worry about n*ggas
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*gga
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*ggas 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 sh*t ain't for me
n*ggas 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