Fame - Pride lyrics

rate me

Feat Paypa

Say boy done changed

That’s all I hear when I come around

Cause it’s source magazine and the bt

...walk around like it’s that nigga

At least tell me where you been

Pitching all your friend call 100 ties

What you hollywood again

Gone off soft boy you used to be the man

Ain’t try heads on, but you’re heart broken again

Think you’re feeling yourself, boy you’re filling yourself

Tattered up yoru body, what you did to yourself?

Come a time in your life when you get tired of the cards you’ve been dealt

So you dealing yourself

Hoe you got some opinions, ain’t nobody got time for that

Main reason why I duck your ...could be phone call

Fuck y’all niggas this is brooklyn gun shot

Say boy done changed

That’s all I hear when I come around

Cause it’s source magazine and that double xl

Got me nominated, shit is complicated

I’m intoxicated, cause I was concentrated with that henny

Balling on these niggas like I’m tryina win an emi

Yeah I got plenty these lord need demi

And I need like 30 millies before I leave my 20’s

Hold up, let me slow that, south side nigga, I’ma hold that

Her ass crazy, need prozac,

White diamonds on but I’m pro black

I’ve been balling, they know that

My jesus piece is a proback

My bracer flicking like Kodak

My color blue like a toll past nigga

I work my ass out, yeah you niggas hate it

I ran through them red lights, all you niggas waited

Oh you got an opinion

Ain’t nobody got time for that

That’s why I leave my condo top low,

Capo, my minds on nigga, yo chicago, what

Let me diss you on a hand out

Want me to have your mens out

Said a nigga got flow, said that the young go

Oh yeah, but you got it all planned out

So you hitting up me for the first

Yeah I do it just to put em in the hearse

Hit them with the 16, put em all front screen

Now the whole world witness I getting this work

You ain’t come where I come from

So you can’t do what I did

You can’t speak on none of that real shit

Cause that real shit you ain’t live

Niggas claim rich when they pockets on lean

Working 9 to 5 talking bout they got bricks

Where your facts at, boy you like that

Go put away your imaginary stacks

Bucnh of chief keefs in the street with the banger

And I’m always good in my hood

Cause I just stood the same and ain’t change up

I’m paid in full, my shit on 1000

Tryina put you on man fuck em cowards

Man fly high!