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the spirit, I feel like the Pope I'ma headed to the top, I ain't gon' broke
If it ain't about no money, then then it's a no for me
Shit, I'ma roll up and smoke
Stormed a few castles only for some profits
Back when money was a hassle
Now handled like mere objects
Prayed project people become real prophets
Prayed
take all this weight off me, yeah
Middle of the night we was deep in the process
All work no pay on the projects
Won't take one step to the side
All my
too much on the plate (and it's fake)
You let so many hundreds go to waste
While your team is running out of money like a race
I don't do too much
party
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Say we can throw a party
Baby by my side, I don't pay it no mind
Put my business and my money on my mind
Know why, now I got my
where to find it at
I'm feeling stressed
Sickened by the bloody bags
Dripping from the illest intentions of
Stoned killers in the projects dealing
The batter ramming slang the rage
I got my games from project floors
Weed, dope, and dice by the door
Crush anything that'll cause a threat
Talk
aimin' for Halle Berry (Uhh)
I just cut the lights and
She's rollin' like ball bearings
She's attracted by the ice and
I'm hangin' the long earring (Bling)
the betterment of people
I looked up to the projects
Yeah, that's some ironic shit
Girl, I was raised in the Bay by my mom
And shit, I did alright in school
I'mma 223 grabber
Bust or block hitter
Project kidnapper
Rookie nigga wig splitter
Make copies for the rapture
It's all on you nigga
Oh, I'm comin
out
To the skit, on the D&D-project, blew the shit out
By accident, we do some shit on the mic
That a kid is convicted in Interstate, trapped again
before the loss
This stupid motherfucker put the cart before the horse
I navigate hurdles like a jockey on a horse
This stick shift way too sloppy
the project slums (what is rap?)
It was the drums, straight cultural
Like the piercing of the tongue (what is rap?)
What is rap nigga? I'm a bum
What is
ya led him to his thang
Do the prior call ya Juvey, Jimmy called you Miss Stank
Ya got the projects back
While Cash Money maggin
And get ya
project
But that's just life I guess
Can't win em all but I just like the bet
I'm rolling the dice again
I roll to functions full of punks and wish that
clappin'
Thizz face on like I'm Mac Dre
Since I said it, R.I.P to Mac Dre
Hit a pussy nigga with the pat down
Gang in this bitch with the MAC's out
yeah, did I tell you? I smoked your whole weed stash, the money I promised fell through.
Ill: Well that's okay, 'cause I just stopped by your mom's
Shorty want to be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge
Or outside on the pavement, bleedin 'cause
He got hit by
December cold as hell dodgin' ice
I had Pharrell in my headphones sayin' we gon be alright, ah
Now I'm doing what I like
Workin' makin' money puttin' lyrics
All these millions mine like QC
This ain't Baby money, I ain't signed to P
Off of the liquor, we take her out her seat
Griselda ayo
Ayo ayo
I'm tryna put on for my city, Lord
Machine gun tatted on my titty, Lord
Spray the K like it's graffiti, Lord (Grr)
So many fuck
probably acted like I wasn't fazed by it
Posted 'bout the new project while they riot
But that ain't the type of thinkin' that'll change climates
Huh, you
beat
My life ain't sweet
It's sort of like finders keepers
And you'll be surprised by some of the shit these finders keep
Keep, I can no longer do
I
was in the projects, we wanted to live like the Huxtables
He gon' get dough with your niggas, thinkin' he untouchable
Dividin' myself, soon as I
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