They Say They Proud of Me lyrics

[Intro: Joe Moses]
For real
Damn
Big Hit

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
They say they proud of me (Of me)
Deposit millions in the bank, that sh*t be wild for me (Wild for me)
See, you a rapper that turned Blood, sh*t, we ain't the same (What?)
I pick my lil' homie up just to hear his pain
f*ck the fame, f*ck the money, f*ck that ho sh*t (f*ck that ho sh*t)
I'm stickin' straight to the code, this that go sh*t (Go sh*t)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (Know sh*t)
And if you put us in the booth, sh*t, we don't miss (We don't miss, JM)

[Verse 1: Joe Moses]
I did this sh*t with no emotion
I did all this sh*t myself, so tell 'em I don't owe 'em (That's real)
I bang the Brims, but on the O, b*tch, we call it rollin' (Rollin')
And you ain't no G up in my section if you ain't never coached 'em (For real)
These n*ggas be lookin' for viral moments, b*tch, don't make me post you (What?)
I got grown on these n*ggas, I went plain jane (Jane)
See, you a rapper that turned Blood, b*tch, we ain't the same (For real)
I did the bounty, I did Corc', and I did Salinas Valley (Whoop)
You better ask these real whoops who really got Cali (JM)
[Interlude: Joe Moses]
These n*ggas be actin'
Welcome home a real n*gga
Salute to all the real sh*t
Big Hit, we got one

[Chorus: Joe Moses]
They say they proud of me (Of me)
Deposit millions in the bank, that sh*t be wild for me (Wild for me)
See, you a rapper that turned Blood, sh*t, we ain't the same (What?)
I pick my lil' homie up just to hear his pain
f*ck the fame, f*ck the money, f*ck that ho sh*t (f*ck that ho sh*t)
I'm stickin' straight to the code, this that go sh*t (Go sh*t)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (Know sh*t)
And if you put us in the booth, sh*t, we don't miss (We don't miss), for real

[Verse 2: Big Hit]
Uh, dreams from a jail cell finally bomin' true
You know you a real Damu when Keeways holler, "Whoop"
Walk the yard with the troops, my life a motion picture
On God, Big Hit a fixture, y'all suspects or snitches
Settin' up shop, from the bottoms to the top
Got the whole hood on lock, easy call, easy guap
I was born in the struggle, 'bout that life, steady trouble
Took the team to the red zone, somehow, they always fumble
Some scream when they face death, I'ma die like a man
Don't pull that thing out, I'ma really force your hand
I'ma laugh, you tell me run it, this money got blood on it
On Bloods, these blood diamonds, on Bloods, I ain't just rhymin'
Royal blood, gettin' love, chunk it up, sew it up
HB and JB, 808s bust like slugs
Real empire, no Lucious, real live wire, I'll whoop you
In the '77 yellow coupe, Joe Moses, what it do?
[Chorus: Joe Moses]
They say they proud of me (Of me)
Deposit millions in the bank, that sh*t be wild for me (Wild for me)
See, you a rapper that turned Blood, sh*t, we ain't the same (What?)
I pick my lil' homie up just to hear his pain (Pain)
f*ck the fame, f*ck the money, f*ck that ho sh*t (f*ck that ho sh*t)
I'm stickin' straight to the code, this that go sh*t (Go sh*t)
And if them people ask them questions, we don't know sh*t (Know sh*t)
And if you put us in the booth, sh*t, we don't miss (We don't miss), for real

[Outro]
Davis Strauss on the boards
Wow
Who that, Bugatti? (You know it)
Blood, you out?
Just got out
On God, n*gga, what's happenin', though?
Ain't nothin', I like that about you, though, my n*gga
On Bloods, n*gga, I love you, n*gga, ayy
Like, let me ask you this, blood
Did you go to jail for me, n*gga?
Because that day
Say what?
Did you go— you been in jail all this time because of that sh*t with that—
Because of me? Or, or some other sh*t
Damn
You hear?
I did like seven and a half years for some other sh*t
Oh, you had got out?
Yeah, yeah, my record was f*cked up, they gave me the b*tch with a felony
On Bloods, I was feelin'— I said, blood
On God in Heaven, I got you, though, I love you, n*gga, ayy, on PDL, n*gga, it's on
Ayy, I'ma get at you, n*gga (You gotta tell 'em 'bout you, though)
I just seen them videos, boy, and you stay active, though
On God, n*gga
On Lanes, n*gga, ayy, we ain't f*ckin' with that dope no more, n*gga, we ain't gotta run around killin' n*ggas, man
On God, we finna— we legit, n*gga
PDL, ayy, love you, Relly
On, on, on, man, I love you, cuz (Already)
On me, I'ma holler at you, n*gga