PROUD - Damedot

You have to live in the present, Jo The thing that gets you in trouble and gets you thinking negatively And depressed is living in the past and thinking about the past The more you dwell on it, the worst you, the worse you feel All we have is the present, just the present So just let your higher power work through you, he's inside of you That love, that love, that love Your higher, your higher power Power, power, power That love, that love, that love Your higher, your higher power Power, power, power Somebody dealt your cards It wasn't fair at all Don't be ashamed of your scars Picked yourself off the ground Too many times to count That just shows how strong you are 'Cause people either love you or they won't It doesn't really matter if they don't I'm with you every second on this road in my heart I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) Proud of you (I'm so proud) I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) Oh, oh I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) Proud of you (I'm so proud) I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) So proud We all have our regrets You always did your best I see it now that I'm grown Thank you for keeping me Always believe in me Teaching me how to let go Oh, yeah People either love you or they won't It doesn't really matter if they don't I'm with you every second on this road in my heart And I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) Proud of you (I'm so proud) I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) You I'm so proud of you (I'm so proud) I'm proud of you (I'm so proud) You (I'm so proud) I remember that thing that you said in the car When I was too drunk to get home from the bar You looked at me and said, "You don't know how special you are" Yeah, I remember that thing that you said in the car When I was too drunk to get home from the bar You looked at me and said, "You don't know how special you are" And you don't need to know about the future, or where you fit in Just be open-minded and know that you're fitting In your higher power's grand scheme of things Don't think about the future, only this moment I'm so proud of you

(Meech) Lil' broke-ass niggas Look You say you gettin' money, nigga, me too (Me too) Chirps for a low number, I'ma need two (Brrt), AR clip see-through Nah, I ain't the nigga you want to start with, get a nigga car flipped I get money, fuck hoes, and talk shit (Mwah) Get a squad wiped for a couple of them oranges I can't get no head in a whip 'less it's foreign Regardless how she look, she gotta leave when I'm done Bitch, I gotta flee, gotta run (Gotta go) Let off so many guns, leave his block soaked And I'm in Amiri and Dior like I'm Pop Smoke He think that his bitch comin' back, but she not, though (She not, though) Nigga, this a fin, but it sound like a chop, though Bro say he gon' sweep a nigga with a mop, though I fucked the shit out that bitch, then I got ghost I blew some racks at the bar, but I got more Block hot as hell, bro watchin' for the narcos Slidin' down the Mile high as hell, dodgin' potholes What I'm sippin' on could've paid a nigga car note (Wockhardt) Swear up and down they gettin' money, but they not, though (But they not, though) Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga, we got those (We got those) And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) I just told two hoes to meet me on the top floor (Mwah) I slid past in a Rolls-Royce, thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost) Check the score, we be havin' it Money comin' like I'm walkin' with a money magnet Dope on the stove, leave the pints in the cabinet (Pints in the cabinet) Use a bitch address to catch this lil' package Racks in the bed, can't fuck on the mattress (Nah) Fuck the lil' eight, I don't usually fuck average (All tens) Put the shit together, then make it all vanish Got a half brick, you 'bout to see me do magic (Voilà) Nigga, I don't trust shit but my damn scale I damn sure don't trust you, nigga, you'll tell (You'll tell) I got a bag in bigger than a whale Got that Purina for you boys, hit a nigga cell And I hate when niggas talk blow (Shut the fuck up) Who don't know it come soft, bro You don't got no pape', you shouldn't even wanna talk, bro Block hot as hell, bro watchin' for the narcos Slidin' down the Mile high as hell, dodgin' potholes What I'm sippin' on could've paid a nigga car note (Wockhardt) Swear up and down they gettin' money, but they not, though (But they not, though) Light straps, big racks, yeah, nigga, we got those (We got those) And we in Dior and Amiri like Pop Smoke (Like Pop Smoke) I just told two hoes to meet me on the top floor (Mwah) I slid past in a Rolls-Royce, thought they'd seen a ghost (Ghost) (Meech)