Lyrics:
and a bag of dope
We Made it last ain’t have no cash see all we had was hope
You See I Grew up in the trenches I ain’t no project baby
Da way I run around
it was Project X the way he Run + Ran
I'm on some different shit that you wouldn't understand
Still 16, I'm a prodigy, I feel like Chiyo-Chan
I know
Parma no father
Play the cards I was dealt still straight ballin
Swear to God no help makin bank always
Same way no fucks never did regardless
Let it
, projects
I was raised in the
Tryin' to floss in the projects, mayne get ya jacked off
Run up on ya with the Mausberg, face smacked off
You could be
bodies in the project hallways
Project hallways, chillin in the project hallways
To survive around my way
You gotta play a knuckle game every day
peekin' out the attic in case you run up
With diamonds and furs, his and hers
Shoppin' sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
Dawg, my projects
peekin' out the attic in case you run up
With diamonds and furs, his and hers
Shoppin' sprees with ease to fill up a 2000 Suburb, ha
Dawg, my projects
the projects to the upper deck, upper class
A long way from where I come from
I know where I'm at, nigga, I can't forget where I came from
Life in the projects
Black hoods, cops and projects, sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Chains in top locks get ripped off
Listen close to the story I'm about to tell
It will never be repeated, so listen well
And if you been around the way, some of you might know
This
This, this, this for my projects (oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh)
This, this, this for my projects (I say, oh, oh, yeah)
Black hoods, cops 'n projects
sewers flooded with foul blockage
The gutter's wild and every child watches
Changin top locks with ripped off hinges
come at me with no-nonsense
Murder on my conscious
Pussy nicca don't try me
We steppin how u Ridin
Project baby
Trappin on da daily
We Run them
to pow-pow on they ass
Here's a toast to the coast, so take a blast
From the projects to the upper deck, upper class
A long way from where I come from
I
project car
When I got project car
Next to a project car
If front of a project truck
Cuz I don't give a
U can't control no price
So money can't run yo
Who gonna save us
Only way out was to save up
The government never paid us
Sorry for the wait
I got my weight up
I came from
The projects I'm a project
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
Why should I change now
When all my life I been gang banged out
That project shit run deep in my veins now
And I can’t help it
Ooh my lord knows that I
and handsome
I just look that way
I'm a canvas that bleeds
And I'm painted with fingers
Childish pictures of you that still linger
Bury you're wasted into
Drop top when I pulling up
Getting money we run the city
Run the city
I’m living large
Project fixing I’m livin’ luxury
I’m living luxury
ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
If you ain't gon' slide lil nigga
Don't ride straight off the project step
Grew up on the project step
Grew up on the project step
Flooded my chain
Aww Shit, Its Ya Nigga Man
Young Buck, Lets Take It To The Projects
Hey You Know What It Is, yeah
You Know What We Do Around Here Man
Cashville we
pay for that
Hit a hater with a laser 'cause you can't fold
Run up on the plug, feel the charge when I aim low
The way these niggas made it
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