Proud of Me
Fabarka
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No words for the killers and crack dealers in the city
When too real to be too friendly
Just know it gets better and if you miss me
Then you prolly had a chance to get it wit me
Never had it too easy
But the way we made it look wouldn't believe me
Let He without sin cast the first stone
Saying this hoping nothing gets thrown
Know Niggas be lying
What more can I say
Time is more important than the pay
The grind is more important than the weight
If you can wait
Made it out the mud
Indian clay the deeper we dug
Used to put it the bag
Selling dirt not plug but getting power
Before I knew of Valdez
Ghost hit the blunt puff loud pass
All night would sound last
Babies rolled up no bottles
Lil black boy no fucks role models
We ain't need em
CoachLife still dripping from veins when bleeding
On the Ops gone prolly spin if start competing
Make em feel like this is Baghdad
Dropping bombs on whatever bag had
Playing games with me your It as tag I head
Tried to run off with the bag fled
Thought you'd catch me sitting stoned
Now Wilma seen the bad Fred
I'm not pro people
Just nice enough to see you as my equal
Stop sugar coatin
Making things sweeter than I need to
I'd be too blunt one Dream cake one Runtz
Go Saitama One Punch
Breaking barriers
If given the signal like phone carrier
I bite down on that bitch like a pit bull terrier
Got Lock jaw
Life's a bitch know we fucking cause not Yal
Too real to pretend to be me
Not one of your average
Throw into jungle get slain savage
Head peeled back same thing as cabbage
Like an outro
Take ya bitch a couple minutes then I'm out ho
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