Letras:
These Days Fucking Proud

out of my grave And I just want to thank you for helping me get through We were never part of the in crowd We stand alone and we're fucking proud

m still spitting money from my active days Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a 7 digit budget bring Tell your girlfriend that I could pull some fucking

When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) I'm stuck in this penitentiary called life Deciphering wrong from right Dodging these institutions these

I'm out here grindin') I ain't splitting nothing with nobody homie I gotta get me me (Cause I'm out here grindin') I ain't slept in 8 days I can go for

even see my feet Everythings blurry But now, no more worries for me Maybe go on Maury As the rappers that used to be These days they wont even accept

The days are cold livin' without you The nights are long, I'm growing older I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you You may be gone but you're never

for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll niggaz still take your fuckin

Killa I roller cheese blazed high as fuck and feelin great I thought I was out Atlanta But God damn im outta space Bitch no days off And I aint got no breaks And I dont take these

high, for the world to see Even though we know we don't want our son and little girls to be Nothing like we were, some of these youngsters got no thumbers