Lyrics:
he got me in a good way
Huh, Yeh, I had a good day
Shooting pool shooting shit down Shepherds Bush way
One, two, three yeh my mind state weighs
Four,
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
Philly where you make it out
But it's never safe in
Play this whenever you wanna play this
Call me George Bush cause I'm blowin'
Up when I'm with my clique
reverse discrimination
That shit is a pathetic excuse for reparations
Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects
It was you, nigga, it was you
Bush knocked
of cream
Run up on them all with the same problem solver
Beat up ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver
What!
[Chorus: x2]
Project's too hot,
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
the same ol' same
Bush run shit like Saddam Hussein
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this bullshit day to day
If I sell some yay or smoke some
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
I was born and raised in the ghetto
Listen to me
Far killed project 18
I'll show you how we do it up in W4
Now what do you know, she already acting up
Round one, round two, I don't beat around the bush, got that long
thoughts and regrets
Despair was made men
A broken mind
Two swollen eyes
Crying for help
Made a project
Once in hand I
Will never have
A ripped chest
was little, ain't a god damn thang changed
It's the same ol same
Bush run shit like Sadaam Hussien
I cock and aim, clinically insane
To deal with this
my niggaz in the projects, Will Cooper
Blood on the walls, yeah, yeah
And it breaths so shit, real deep, yea
Black Market Militia, roll with this
Ain't
gangster
Take care of your family, that's gangster
Gangster
Oh that's gangster
Gangster
Oh that's
Me and mine on a whole other level with it
Project baby
dad's mum lives in Shepherd's Bush
When you're young and you're from East
That's an excuse
But when you're older and you drive
It's "how come you don't
woulda pushed their way in our apartment
And we die then, so I been a young nervous wreck in the projects
Watchin' them older niggas pass pot and they
Rock
It's kind of funny, some of you cracker DJ's shun me
cause I make your favorite rappers come up short like Bud Bundy
I'm All in the Family, sick
them I won't run
On the streets they try to
Beat us like a drum
In Cincinnati, another brother hung
Again he won't see the sun
With his family stung
They
delirious
All black look's mysterious
Family becomes recipients
I really ain't a killer
Why even think to push me
It gets spooky like Thriller
So don't
my reach
I've been thinking bout that money and
It's finally in my reach
Mike Skinner you can find me in the streets
There's no shepherd near the bush
the buildings go
But we know the beneficiaries were Silverstein
The Bush family, Cheneys company, and Israel
Space is a tv show. Is the moon solid, no
It's
get my family out the trenches
Ya I'm a young og and I'm very well seasoned
And If say something once that means it's said for reason
Yeah I run up
pleasin' man it's dank season
For 1994, Tay is in this muthafucka
An' I could never be a silly stupid ass sucka
Busta, it runs in the family
Shakin' 'em,
Paddock letting off in vegas
Donald trump, Bush and Ronald Reagan
At the conference table having conversations
I'll send a motherfucks into limp mode
ever hoop he was cold with crossing
Cautious, duck duck goose, every time I'm back
We doing circles around your fuckin projects
Streets, look both ways
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