Lyrics:
Like I ain't got a brain with my grey matter
Like I ain't tryna shake off
A drug habit
Two years since rehab been cyclical
Relapsed when I fell off my
gotta get this money rain, sleat, snow, man
Fuck man, yo man listen
Yo we project livin', with plastic on the furniture
Little niggas comin' up will
I got quality and quantity
So every single day I keep droppin' shit
They just piss-test me today I was positive
Project baby, a product of my
Straight out the motherfuckin' pissy
Hallway in the projects
To parkin' a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherfuckin' steps
I sat
(You are now listening to Arabmuzik)
(Slaughterhouse) My real name, my rap shit
No made up nigga, I'm straight up, nigga
Still in the projects
a factor to my life project
And what I project is that my life is not a mess
Haven’t been insecure since the days of VHS
With a heart of gold intentions
1]
Yo we project living
With plastic on the furniture,
Little n****z coming up will
Fucking try to murda ya
The D's not out so the coast is clear
But
true to dirt perps go incogninant
Think of Soup Nazi, empatzi project hard copy
Books will suffer Farenheits, quality of life flesh sliced
Omega
lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh hit a (blay) then you hear the spray from
I’m just trynna beat the system who won’t send a fiend to rehab, but would send ‘em to a prison damn!
Mass incarceration got us fatherless
Know
a ghetto bitch like sexy red, make sure I keep my ski
They gave my partner rehab, he was addicted to the streets
Probably gave my last fuck, nigga, I ain't
to second guess fate?”…now the rehab guys’d say, “heey, don’t project, man…how do you feel?”…and then I’ve got to wonder…is ANYthing like this happening
of these crabs who can't kick it
All addicted to rhyming, I'ma stick them in rehab
Get em cleaned up you know, show em the light that they're
All bark and no
Infamous]
Lord Infamous the mercendary lethal lyrical butcher
Mafia so general gang member and pusher
Livin' legend in Memphis hood project is slum
Fresh
be brazy, that shit ain't in my vocab
I put a cap in his ass and leave his ass in a rehab
Then head to the hospital, my job ain't done
I want to bee
Sneaking and creeping and acting all crazy
They want me to go to rehab for it
I don’t care though ima be there for it
Leave me alone, I need it in my life
juss
got to sky the fuck up out these projects
I left behind my moms an sisters so relentless
never thought they'd get evicted an be sleepin on benches
that Medellín
But I settled for green, nothing you tellin' me
I wasn't trying to get rich, just had to pay my fee
Thin walls, I'm fuckin' project broads
popped like a pimple at the shop, that’s the winkel
We mob deep, it’s our second nature to wreak havoc
A project prodigy listen to my speech patters
But
I'm the master of the new class, I'm too fast
Your dooms cast, as I blow past
As I form raps that project your forcast
So pray for me at church cause
believe in me?
I need Holy water, but I'm drinkin' Hi-Tech
I'm fuckin' niggas' daughters, knowin' they got no self respect
From projects to private jets
the projects, everyday was defeat
I was just becoming a man, you was running the street
The pain, the shame, the guilt, it hurt so deep
And the fact that I
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