proud of me ft fridday

Hunnid dollar nightmares turn to million dollar dreams Ridin' past the block where my dad got left on the scene (brrt) Look at your lil' boy now, we done turned to kings Shit turned me a grown man 'fore I was seventeen Had to go and play my own hand, I did this for Nasheema and the whole fam I got everything, but I just really wanna hold hands With my old man on weddin' day while we slow dance But ain't no love, shot him in his heart, ain't have no chance So I can't sleep, insomniac, bullet holes out the Pontiac Swear to God, I'd trade in all these riches to get Robbie back Swear to God, I'd trade in all these foreigns to get Terry back I'm hangin' out with my daddy, lost his life and I'm aware of that You had taught me how to fight And when you got shot, I thought about that shit every night Ain't got a Glock, I was hot, but I ain't stop I just bought your mom a spot, and winnin' now She was livin' PHA, now can't nobody kick us out Scared to show up to your grave 'cause I might try to dig you out Like you know I did this shit for you Never heard you say it back, still be like, "I miss you too" And when I catch the nigga that did this to you, he gettin' sent to you Skippin' school, daddy dead, fuck the principal She think I'm missin' screws, when really, I'm just missin' you My homie dad gon' pick us up, I want you to get me too I was kinda mad I ain't have one that used to hit me too Nipsey, Blue, Cullinan, I'm in the Ghost, I think of you Think of bro, I think of Snupe, I think 'bout Ben, make me ooh (shit) Money rule the world, but you can't pay God with it I'd spend it all just to get back my niggas