I Ain't So Proud Anymore (DJ Pack)

by Kaboom Atomic x The Dirty Sample

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Oh I ain’t so proud anymore than the next motherfucker I’d be less of a sucker if I spent all my budget on a Tesla I wonder if my rent would be covered And my debt be recovered if I lent you a hundred Proud anymore of my vices addictions I just submit or deny it’s existence Pride in a sip, no pride in decisions I don’t like what you get for the price of admission Proud any more of the way I grew up Glorifying how we all behaved on the bus Fighting all the way to the subs Making huge deals ‘bout how faded and drunk we got Taking it up a notch Ladies see something off Haters speak up a lot Maybe it’s us, it’s not Hate if it’s fucking talk They don’t have much to floss On your cousin’s yacht They don’t know what this cost Yeah yeah It pays to be such a boss Yeah, man All of y’all work for me But everything you’re doing here really don’t work for me I pegged you as better, all of it hurts to see Proud anymore of the dangerous stuff We came for the drugs and stayed for the sluts No matter how far from home I end up I love going home to say hey to you fucks Oh I ain’t so proud anymore, yo, I used to be Ain’t a lot of new shit do it for me Half ass rappers ruining beats Face tat, backpack, jewels in their teeth Proud anymore than my dad woulda been Of the cash that I spend on the crap I’ve accumulated Lavish, expensive, flashy extensions Of lack manifested in a man that’s humiliated I’m no better than a gold member go-getter Chipping away at a Rosetta Stone letter No country for this old leather soul Drinking Olmeca Gold and a bowlful of porchetta Proud anymore of how far we’ve come When we’re so far gone it’s scarred our lungs The wealthy never had to start at one The healthy never felt it hard to run Proud anymore, I ain’t so loud as before Pounding the door Trying to get in but the sound is ignored Now I get it in while I lounge on the floor Yo, hits heavy when we tip toe I put my foot down on a spine at Gitmo Dick not picky, got time for big hoes Take up space, don’t cry for rich folks Don’t lie to kinfolk Just because you getting high, don’t get slow Just because you fucking drive a Benzo Doesn’t mean you got piles of crypto Proud anymore ‘cuz the pay ain’t enough To put gas in the car and go away for a month So I lay in the cut ‘Cuz I love going home to say hey to you fucks
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Oh I ain’t so proud anymore than the next motherf****r I’d be less of a sucker if I spent all my budget on a Tesla I wonder if my rent would be covered And my debt be recovered if I lent you a hundred Proud anymore of my vices addictions I just submit or deny it’s existence Pride in a sip, no pride in decisions I don’t like what you get for the price of admission Proud any more of the way I grew up Glorifying how we all behaved on the bus Fighting all the way to the subs Making huge deals ‘bout how faded and drunk we got Taking it up a notch Ladies see something off Haters speak up a lot Maybe it’s us, it’s not Hate if it’s f*****g talk They don’t have much to floss On your cousin’s yacht They don’t know what this cost Yeah yeah It pays to be such a boss Yeah, man All of y’all work for me But everything you’re doing here really don’t work for me I pegged you as better, all of it hurts to see Proud anymore of the dangerous stuff We came for the drugs and stayed for the s***s No matter how far from home I end up I love going home to say hey to you f***s Oh I ain’t so proud anymore, yo, I used to be Ain’t a lot of new s**t do it for me Half a** rappers ruining beats Face tat, backpack, jewels in their teeth Proud anymore than my dad woulda been Of the cash that I spend on the crap I’ve accumulated Lavish, expensive, flashy extensions Of lack manifested in a man that’s humiliated I’m no better than a gold member go-getter Chipping away at a Rosetta Stone letter No country for this old leather soul Drinking Olmeca Gold and a bowlful of porchetta Proud anymore of how far we’ve come When we’re so far gone it’s scarred our lungs The wealthy never had to start at one The healthy never felt it hard to run Proud anymore, I ain’t so loud as before Pounding the door Trying to get in but the sound is ignored Now I get it in while I lounge on the floor Yo, hits heavy when we tip toe I put my foot down on a spine at Gitmo D*** not picky, got time for big h*** Take up space, don’t cry for rich folks Don’t lie to kinfolk Just because you getting high, don’t get slow Just because you f*****g drive a Benzo Doesn’t mean you got piles of crypto Proud anymore ‘cuz the pay ain’t enough To put gas in the car and go away for a month So I lay in the cut ‘Cuz I love going home to say hey to you f***s
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I used to look back and think about old days and relish in how things were. Then I realized we were just as s*** then as we are now. The truth is, everyone sucked then, and everyone sucks now. Society hasn't declined, it has straight up stayed in its perpetual state of uselessness. Thing is, there was a lot more punching back then if you were a nerd. Now the nerds are burning the Amazon! That's right, Amazon is on fire. And as far as I'm concerned, it's the wrong Amazon.

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released February 11, 2025

Written and performed by Kaboom Atomic
Produced by The Dirty Sample
Mastered by Dorc

Art, design and layout by Ariel

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Operating out of Toronto, Canada since 1996, Hand'Solo Records is devoted to releasing quality hip hop that is creative, clever and often experimental. Early releases, now out of print, include Buck 65, Sixtoo, Moka Only, and others. Currently home to The Dirty Sample, Ol' Gorilla Bones, Epic, Tachichi, No Town Vandal, Fortunato, Magick Show and Mickey O'Brien. ... more

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