Lyrics:
the window, his name was Ducky
He came from the streets the Robert Taylor Homes
Southside Projects, Chiraq, the Terror Dome
Drove to California with a woman
as "Dr. Taylor"
Taylor's part in this project was rather major
I just only wish that somebody could've saved her
Dr. Taylor grew up in the Michigan state
Soon as you thinkin' you're down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin' up
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my
the most flyest and stylish rapture,
My signature next to Christopher Wallace, get it honest,
My first album through to him, that was my biggest project
Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
We're pourin' drinks in the club
Smell the weed when
God's enemy
His children are in need
Use your weapon as a tweet
Project the reflections of God's given grace in the hands of the next generation
We will
boys on stakeout
No hard heels just chuck taylors
In case I might break up
Right now is drought season
Watch how it's gonna play out
Last night two
punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was
Mothafucka this is Watts, California
Nickerson Gardens
Follow me home back to my project apartment
Land of the palm trees, buying weed
We smoking
Yeah it's young Khalifa Man
Mr. Spacely
Everyone call me man
Taylor Gang or die
And this project is brought to you by
Champagne
And paper planes too
the projects and everybody flies private
New watches, you know what time it is, watch us
They can't stop us, the prophets, biatches!
No one man should have
it's Breonna Taylor
Aw, man
Here we go again, BLM got him pickin' favorites (sheesh, woo)
I remember when they said these Christian rappers corny,
Soon as you thinkin' you're down
Find how to turn things around
Now things are lookin' up
From the ground up, pound up, this Taylor Gang
So turn my
it's time? That ain't the question
Gotta make sure that my baby boy is good
Throwing up that Taylor Gang, then after that it's neighborhood
I know
I be getting duffle bag all by myself
Chuck Taylor on my foot I gotta press
No Stop until I'm getting paid
I need more cash, feed my fam you got me
logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics I was taking them
of that punk rock logic
Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics, I
on the clouds
Said no waiters allowed
Do anything to make my Taylors proud
I do a show, throw a J in the crowd
Some say I got they favorite style
You in
Shouts out to the whole Taylor Gang
Salute to the big homey Juicy J
Still got that work, Still got that work
Still got it salute to the homey Wiz
Gangbangers, crack heads and hood rats
Drug paraphenelia inside that back pack
If you want it we got it, that's where them goods at
Nickerson Gardens, project
Komenesh; The Archies;
Gary Numan; Tubular Bells; Alan Parsons Project; Peter Frampton;
Lynyrd Skynyrd; Ken Done; Albie Mangles; Anyone called Trevor; Snow;
(yah)
For this music life back in 2019 (music saved me)
Now im 22 still chasing that dream (Taylor Swift)
Making new friends and making memories (god
Drop dead gorgeous
Hair flip heartless
Scared me shitless
Blair Witch Project
Blame your lipstick
Held me hostage
Broken damaged
Making progress
to cry right
You a master, who taught you how to lie
Who taught you how to fabricate reality all on the inside of your mind and project
What's even scarier
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