Rick Ross - Proud of That lyrics

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Rick Ross - Proud of That lyrics

[Hook: Nipsey Hu$$le] And this night time I got my Locs on Six hundred Benz with the Vogues on Been through everything, but I rode on And I ain't never quit or take no loss And I'm proud of that! [Verse 1: Nipsey Hu$$le] Back to the wall, I was so stoned Self-made n***a, I was solo Hot up in the kitchen, I was so stove A n***a couldn't tell me nothing, I was so rogue I had AR's, fo-fo's Alpines on low pros Brought K's with us, and caught fades n***a And I used to get good grades n***a! My momma paid the bills, but couldn't save, n***a So we couldn't ask for no J's, n***a See, that's the type of sh** change n***as Now from the street, she couldn't save n***as Only difference was we wasn't playin' with it Wasn't in it for the hoes or the fame, n***a Swear to God, I couldn't buy a bag of Lay's, n***a And I rather be a sinner than a shame n***a So like that! I rationalize it in my brain, n***a Even if I was a victim to the game, it was Better than living life as a slave n***a Be right back! Had to turn myself into a paid n***a I did dirt 'cuz I was climbin' out the grave n***a To go straight and re-examine my ways That was the concept and now they're telling me I'm next But, please my n***a, please my n***a Don't take this out of context All the nights I dealt with my stress All the triple bunks where I slept All the busted knuckles, all the smoking guns And all the sh** I did for my set! All my n***as is gone, they got stretched But now your n***a is on, so don't fret It's a marathon to success So all my n***as that's home, we run laps I got a flight tomorrow I'm gonna catch I got a presidential Rolex I have my mind made up, got my grind game up Now I thank the Lord I'm so blessed [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] My life's a marathon. If I die today Will you rep tomorrow, or will this fade away? Black diamonds on my chain, violence comes with this fame I'm ridin dirty, my cup leaning, Pimp C inspired my paint I got enemies on my mind, expiration dates on their lives Try to keep your head above water, they wanna see a n***a capsized Can't a n***a live, I'm bumpin' Pac, I'm blowin' big, I'm strapped down Colin Powell, I hold it down, with these 40 rounds My windows up, my top down I'm stacking money, I'm out of town You acting funny, you're a p**y n***a Talk behind my back but try to dap me now Not my type of n***a, I'm so certified When them n***as schemin', take them for that murder ride It's not who starts the strongest, but who money the longest Or who shooting the longest, a head shot is a bonus [Hook]