Lyrics:
Shootin' that three like a swish
Aye, moving in silence, I need me some guidance
I'm wildin' this money and violence
Come out the projects, I want it, I
room to breathe
Surrounded by murderous felons drinks and bags of weed
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I
I'm automatic trample in your static
thank you Genius
Operation: Project English
Commander-n-chief of flight style, check the aircraft
Glide like the frisbee, Digi look Disney
To check
Bricks all on the counter the saran is how I wrap it
I'm playing whack a rat and bitch I hold the mallet
Hold up pause we need a fact check
I'm in my bag
thank myself for going hard (congratulations)
Congratulations a nigga made it
I did it all by myself I just had patience
Had to put in the work a lil
and
some walk in a circle
some align
side by side
we're past our sense
past the consequences
we're not paranoid
i don't think
we're paranoid
we project
I'm skeptical
Spectacle thru my spectacles
Special flows, check it tho, I'm in "F" it mode
Erybody could die - when my chest explode
It's all
Or want hollow tips in your neck
For trying to put me in check
Mate, this is chess, you're just a pawn
That message has been in effect
Go get you in witness
no offense to anyone who make that kind of music
We get by off food stamp on the 8th, checks every Tuesday usually gon' the next day
I wan't steady
work the projects whackness
and in a few weeks I'd get my check
now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
so I can get some cash to pay for
a joint
Job search work the projects whackness
And in a few weeks Id get my check
Now I got to wait for them to call me trough the window
So I can get
Gucci to death, I'm really a gang by myself (Gucci gang)
Feelin' myself, tuck in my shirt, show off my belt (it's Gucci)
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci
The Goldielocks, rocks sapphire, chain is right
Bitch niggas, y'all watch what y'all say in ya mics, suckas
Aiyo, Rae, aiyo, Rae, check it out, yo
Let me go in
girl but i f**k the hoochies huh
All the strippers at The Alibi know me huh
By Renees hittin plays in my rental huh
Yea thats Rocky on that f****n
Hate is the new love nigga don't be blind by it
Third eye open you can see that is right by you
Jealousy in the heart causing they soul to riot
Hate
Two hours later back in the hood slangin' dope
'Cause its an everyday thang where I hang at
3rd Ward Calliope projects I thought I name dat
Where
cells bubble like woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real worth
police questioning, rooftop cats invested in
tradin in they lexus'
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
You couldn't roast a mortal
Woman using a flamethrower
Umbrella Pharma's newest project's gonna
Need a rain check
This battle's just began and already
on that subject, check my last verse (check my last verse)
Scream his name in public, but I bet that ain't the last hearse (last hearse)
Niggas tried, but
I'm the truth man I feel like a profit all these blues
Lining up in my pocket all this drip know them
Niggas gone copy to the top I took off like
check house doors
Lean on quartz nigga
Like you know how it is
I'm right down in this race
Coz I'm tryna push my limit
Got em bags got em rack
Couldn't
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores
Life is so boring project theirs onto yours
Hear the anthems of the pepsi generation
See
homie the clown in the project’s mountain don’t drink from the water fountains don’t talk to strangers it gets dangerous it gets retartrd innocent
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