Lyrics:
a project dialect, bomb threat
to the air waves, hit the deck
Pressed for time in a world lacking sunshine
Got love for my family, cause they mine
with me, nigga, or you better run
Two times for you pussies 'cause
You know who number one
These bitches all on my dick
Is it all of my cars?
They say my
a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug paraphernalia
Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us
Three time felons in shorts with jealous
Geah whassup?
To all my street niggas, project niggas
Real niggas, worldwide
Let's reflect, everybody got a story
We all ghetto B, here's mine geah
just kill a man"
I don't fuck with them
Niggas from her projects
They're on section eight but
Niggas cars are straight
They ain't out in the day
Time
Yeah, he had beef up there
With the same ones we seen at the strip arcade
With the scar by his head
Aight, aight, get the big shit
No bullshit, it's time
Label on me say my project poppin' yeah it's Pippen ayy
Run up on me, .40 like you're Pippen, leave me limpin', ayy
Bitch, I'm Slickback with that slap,
to do with defeats
I turn all of those to motivational musical speech
Oh, and by the way, guess what I'm doin' to eat?
Yup, rappin', who cares about
in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From
the smoke
Big chief Geronimo
Chiefin hard Pat Mahomes
Pass the smoke
Eating big need a super bowl
Every time I speak you can feel the endorphins
Time is
They aren't seen it coming straight out the projects with a lot of projects, like a vlogger with the cam am always making content. Give my time to my
JunyTony story musical,
Jack and the Beanstalk,
shall we start?
Once upon a time,
there lived a silly but curious boy
named Jack.
He lived with
a stronghold
Instead we in a barrel, niggas tuggin like crabs
Built to win built to last, Ima go Sav
When it's crunch time I'm gon eat like there ain't no abs
With a dimepiece
Audemar what that time piece say
Audemar what that time piece say
Know it ain't shit, swing by the Federal boot camp
Shit, whip it like
the cost
Yeah
I pat myself on the back
Cause I got up
And start making moves for myself
I didn't have to depend on nobody
I trusted the process and progress
How many times did I put it online
Rap on funk, soul, jazz and grime
When it's got a heart and a beat we move
Don't wanna step, wanna dance reroute
to riches got make sure we eat
Hold me down it was just you & me
Hitting licks we was splitting for 3
Road running I chasing the cheese
Bag came, pay 2 pay in
had to let go of time in a hot air balloon
Feeling like the game took me up, but i'm not moving, if that makes sense
I'm a project, not a prospect
You
the fire, yeah
The fire, swear to God, nigga die (yeah)
We gon' eat him like some apple pie
We gon' send his ass to the sky drive-by
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
rocking
Murder zone I come out JonesboroSouth Projects
Take what make OG catch a body
4 behind me and you know they be wilding
Get the money nigga fuck all
As to project a wisdom of seriousness and credibility that these simulations are not so false
But truer as life itself would be, were these events experienced by
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
I can't see you
I can't be you
Every time I look into your eyes I see through
Yeah I see through
I'm on my own
When my daddy left my momma now I'm
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