[Intro]
(Damn, Eddy)
[Chorus]
In this rap shit, sucks to be a pop
You can't show what you feeling inside
Sometimes I just really wanna—
But I just smoke weed every day to get by
My mother said none of these bitches not mine
I was so dumb, I was not reading signs
When shit when left, I had to sell a dime
All my day ones locked up, doing time
[Verse 1]
That's what hurt me the most, I got signed and we all did a toast
B told me, "Nigga, you never could loaf
Up it, if they try to touch you, then blow"
I made like eighty thousand on my shows, but all of my niggas in chains
We put through shit that they could never know
Like, I'm tired of going through pain
I could do street shit, but I'm tryna rap
So I'ma just stay in my lane
They on the media talking on me and my family, but I guess this come with the fame
I made it, I'm part of this shit, I had to go get me a grip
They ain't believe in me, I wasn't shit
.45 had me walkin' with a limp
[Chorus]
In this rap shit, sucks to be a pop
You can't show what you feeling inside
Sometimes I just really wanna—
But I just smoke weed every day to get by
My mother said none of these bitches not mine
I was so dumb, I was not reading signs
When shit when left, I had to sell a dime
All my day ones locked up, doing time
[Verse 2]
I know the real got a feeling
I was just broke, how I get me a million?
I'm not good 'til I get me a billion
The shooter was blind, how you kill a civilian?
Now it's rest in peace Diddy, when he died, I was clutching my sitchy
Yellow died, I was clutching my sitchy
After that, everything just got mixy
But look at the way that I started, I made the world go retarded
Drill rapper who turned to an artist
In the Bronx, ask who went the farthest
They gon' tell you it's me, it was me and my team
Now I'm texting BDotty through JPay
We was just in the town, sipping lean
[Chorus]
In this rap shit, sucks to be a pop
You can't show what you feeling inside
Sometimes I just really wanna—
But I just smoke weed every day to get by
My mother said none of these bitches not mine
I was so dumb, I was not reading signs
When shit when left, I had to sell a dime
All my day ones locked up, doing time (Damn, Eddy)
Pride was written by Sha EK.
Pride was produced by Eddy Rivers.