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was surely Moe of Holmdel, New Jersey though
Started out as freshman, bonded by tenth grade
Through a science project that was a mess made
'Cause we
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G.
the headliner
I was adored by the headliner
Even fucked those two bitches together, dawg
That shit was too much for me
I had to take December off
2022 I'm
Yea
Dis fa all my dog walkers
All my project bitches
And all my bouji babies
Soon as u hea dis sis eat da whole beat
She came to eat eat eat eat eat
session
I was born to my parents
Both Steven and Joanne
South Bronx E.144th and St. Ann's
Where it all began
In the projects called Betances
My Life
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
time story
Went to sleep to Smith and Wesson
But that was life in da projects
Late night in them sections
Everybody wanna be your dawg when you getting
is knowing how to give you power to the higher from whence you came
Replacing your shame with justification based on the will of all
Perceive the truth
The same way I think of you
We used to back flip in the projects
And run as a crew
We also ran through the club life
And the drug life
But all that came
I pass it to no one
Ya
More together
Written by TRAMAYNE Tman Hudson
Produced by 6ix
We can do much more together
We can do much
I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock
Nigga the click from
nuttin changed
Leave the same way I came, Bringin motherfuckin Pain
Killa Hill projects, hi-tech street intellect
Best connect, blow your headset,
This why I'm the most Slept on
Or this why I feel like I'm Slept
I'm just a nigga from the projects
But now I'm growing up
I'm just tryna see
the bullseye
I been down bad in the field with no cliques barely gettin' by
Came up from nothin' and when I progressed my nigga come look at my eyes
Like you
Flexing all day
I got projects on the way
Couple brudda's turning fake
I tell the truth I must say
Silent moves I’m getting paid
I can pull up in
Feeling like I did it all
Im getting bored
Put myself together
After I was torn
Dropped a project
Now its time to tour
You cant tell me
How to make it
If
Took a nigga out the projects
Put me in a cul-de-sac
That's why I get it how I live, boy
'Cause you took me
From a young broke nigga to a Rich Boy
Yeah
DRE-B
Gang shit no lame shit
I got like 49 ways to get this shit together
Nigga let’s go
I got like 49 ways
Just to get it together (I got
the shepherd
Life defines my effort so I
Grind like Ryan Sheckler
Sway I never came here clueless
My first song sounded like a
Page cleared by Shakespeare's
Era - Era - Era
The world is run by psychopaths who kill and brew terror
Together we travel interstellar and find a new home know we gotta do better
I
Couldn't count all of 'em
Last night's news said be scared
But the sun came up and the sky's still there
Hanging by a thread
(Ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Two steps
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