Proud of Myself (Mixed)

Ayo Bans, what you cookin'? (Mmm, mm) (Mmm-mmm, oh) look This Alice grandson, Kentrell (mmm, mmm, mm) (Mmm-mmm, son) yeah, that lil' boy who you used to always tell on I used to be jumpin' yo' gate, takin' the oranges, uh I could tell you that I'm proud of myself I grew up hard, but that's just the way it is Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain't want me with they kids Probably thought that I'd die, but now they see the way I live, oh-oh I done made it 'cross the field, that's a touchdown Clockin' in, 'cause the kid got to work now Mama, know that we up now Birkin bag full of cash, hol' on, let's go They don't like me, but I got it, I'm in it, this how it is I was down, ain't have nobody, I did it, I smile big I need forgiveness for things that I did I'm thankin' God that he blessed me with all of my friends I'm in the hills with all of these Ms He don't even smoke K2, but I'm smokin' this shit with twin I was stressin' over you while you wildin' out with yo' friends With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin', we shootin' again, yeah And I came out the cell, boy Ain't finish school, but I said that I excel for it I'm gettin' it in, I ain't quittin' 'cause I'm winnin' Knowin' how I'm rockin', I ain't stoppin' for the law tonight Layin' around the crib with bad women Rhythm that I'm feelin', XO got me goin' off tonight Shawty know she real bad with it She gon' ride me and ride me 'til I tell her for to stop at the light Stay off the 'Gram, not makin' friends, and she fuck with that She made a video out with 'em, and I'm lovin' that I got a group of bad women wanna tussle Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah They ain't wan' see me winnin', I was in the prison Missing my children, oh, I I come from playin' with that Glizzy, tryna hit 'em 'cross the fences I ain't rappin', I'm tellin' it Stuck up in it, I feel like I'm on my own Paid them millions, I still don't feel like I'm home And it's the small lil' things been goin' wrong Feel like my mama gone away for like way too long I ain't tryna party 'round y'all Cooler than a bird body, more sauce than a Gala walk Recognize 'fore it's missin' I completed every mission, I done made it out my grandad house Shorty, please don't you leave Don't you see that I'm in a two-way love affair? Got my heart broke, If I was focused on that I would've got my head knocked off Money gettin' disease, gun-totin', slingin' nigga Dead wrong how you vision me And I'm richer than every single of my specific critics Watch your tone when you mention me I can feel it deep inside of my soul And I know it's gon' get better as we go As you know (oh), all I receive Still'll ride in a rental with in my denim John Elliott linen got crease and my jeans say Amiri Ayy, say who a ten, and I stand, okay No, she ain't loyal, I ain't fallin', no way But inside that girl, I be far away Run it up, way too much racks for a safe 700 thousand what I'm paying for the case, that's a shame Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say? I won't get paid, ain't no love for the game (mmm, mmm, mm) (Mmm-mmm, oh) grandma, I did it I don't really care what they say, I did it (mmm, mmm, mm) (Mmm, mmm, son) mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, child