FCG Heem - Proud of Me lyrics
[Intro: Dee Watkins & FCG Heem] We ain't doin' too much (Nobody ain't want no static) He gotta be a star (Gotta be a star, yeah) Ayy, he gotta be a star (Oh, he gotta be a star, yeah) He gotta be a star (Got to) Uh [Chorus: Dee Watkins & FCG Heem] Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (I hope you proud of me) Baby, when you su*k the dick, do it properly (Just do it properly) Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me (It ain't no stoppin' me) Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be Mama, look, I'm finally on TV, long way from poverty (Finally on TV, long way from poverty) Know my brother got my back, them boys gon' slide for me (They slide for me) How the fu*k I blow through thirty thousand? I got that sh*t on me (I got that sh*t on me) Ridin' through the city, glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me (Glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me) [Verse 1: Dee Watkins] Smokin' on that gas like a Mack truck (Mack truck) I know you a fan but, ni**a, back up (Back up) Made it from the bottom, got my racks up (Got my racks up) I ain't beefin' 'bout no b*tch if I done had her I done had her, ayy, I need a new b*tch They was watchin' me, I went and got a new whip Uh, took my Rollie, bussed it down, I got a new wrist Uh, don't lose you life for all that flexin' on that cool sh*t Uh, wait your turn, ni**a, it ain't your turn (Turn) Just like my diamonds, I just wanna shine (Just wanna shine) Got them racks but I go hard like I ain't got a dime (Ain't got a dime) And I'm gon' put one in your top you think 'bout takin' mine [Verse 2: FCG Heem] Twenty-five shots out that FN, they might take your mind Told lil' bruh, "You signed up for this sh*t, you better not drop a dime" And I know them ni**as want my spot, better fall in line (Fall in line) They won't need no Perky when it's murder time (When it's murder time) Choppers up, them young ni**as killin' for no reason (They killing for no reason) Militant, my woadie, now we spinnin' for no reason (Spinnin' for no reason) It's a mag' to the game, I'm never leavin' (Swear, I'm never leavin') I swear I'm grindin' hard so we can ball every season (Ball every season) [Verse 3: Dee Watkins, FCG Heem, & Both] Ball on these ni**as just like Tiffany (Haddish) fu*k her off a Perc, it give me energy (Ain't want no static) Ayy, you must be paralyzed if you ain't feelin' me (If you ain't feelin' me) I said I like you, baby girl, I ain't mean it literally (No, I ain't mean that literally) [Verse 4: FCG Heem] Diamonds rose gold, Rose Bowl, Jerry Jeudy Shawty way in Houston, fell in love with her booty All these fu*kin' clips in the Suburban, shoot a movie Know them ni**as ain't wanna see me win, look how they do me [Verse 5: Dee Watkins] Ayy, look how they do me (How they do me) Uh, I be kickin' sh*t just like Bruce Lee (Ayy, just like Bruce Lee) She say she love me, she don't never wanna lose me (She don't wanna lose me) I just might put one in your cap if you get moody (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Dee Watkins & FCG Heem] Ayy, I made it out the hood, I hope you proud of me (Proud of me) Baby, when you su*k the dick, do it properly (Ayy, do it properly) Ayy, I'm headed to the top, it ain't no stoppin' me Ayy, he gotta be a star, I swear he gotta be Mama, look, I'm finally on TV, long way from poverty (Finally on TV, long way from poverty) Know my brother got my back, them boys gon' slide for me (They slide for me) How the fu*k I blow through thirty thousand? I got that sh*t on me (I got that sh*t on me) Ridin' through the city glizzy'd up, they can't get rid of me (They can't get rid of me)