Lyrics:
He ain't need money, he ain't really poppin
My bitch do the work, they gon' throw down that project
I'm from the hood where the best die
Know we got
Free lil Beno man he only got 4 more
Got damn already did a 10 piece
Riding with the heat heart cold and it’s empty
In a monkey suit I ain’t never wore
paid 5999
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared... but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
how many niggas I writes off
I got goons in the trap for the right cost
I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss
I play it raw and I ain't leavin
me in traffic getting busy
I Walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart and Im witty
Ima dance on em getting jiggy
Got the recipe now Im litty
Thats
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
barkin'
They damn sho ain't put shit in coffins
The niggas I fuck wit, don't fuck wit the niggas I don't
We the same, bitch we live by that oath
Told that
the enemy was in it
It might have been TNT, I wasn't trying to wait and see, we
Jetted thru Marcy cause D's ain't bagging me
Word Son, they got us on the run,
when you isn't
I don't give a fuck about anything that is givin'
I be livin' in world, where there isn't any limits
If we just got beef, then we handle
[project pat]
1 - walked up to your house
Knocked on your door and blast
Kickin' down your fuckin' shit
Then snatchin' up the mass
This is personal
And, it's t-shirt land
When niggas ain't playin'
Got a chrome Glock got it cocked
Red dot on yo' knot
As I pop
Nonstop
Till you drop
Pronounced
nigga, I ain't got time to be playing
Ain't let a fault, nigga, tell me that I won't be nothing
If it's something to be won, then I need it
Gotta have
Project baby ain't no Kodak, but we still gon' duck the law
Don't start flexing like you got it, all that cappin' get you stuck
Trynna come up with my city,
the Gs
With a trunk full of keys
A Benz on twenties
You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga I ain't doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no
ready to jet
No matter how much loot I get
I'm stayin in the projects, forever
Jakes on the blocks we out-clever
If beef, we never seperate and pull
the blunt but I'm liable to trip
I ain't popping no pill
But you do as you wish
I roll with some fiends i love 'em to death
I got a few mil' but not all
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
younger today
Got one by the hand, one in the stroller and one on the way
We don't have role models
But we got them handguns that hold hollows (in my
a buck
They got dope around tha projects, and it leads to us
Feds know we ain't be sellin' nothin' but ki's and up
Rattin', I gotcha
I'm lookin' for
damned if I
Let a nigga take me
Glizzy with a dick and that
Bitch ain't got no safety
All white 38 revolver
If a nigga run up on me gunshots I'ma pop up
to sleep
Beef is when your moms ain't
Safe up in the streets
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time
What's beef? Beef is when you need
beams (infrared, yeah, we love them beams, man down)
My niggas thirsty, I love that team (my niggas thirsty, I love that team)
Ain't playin' fair, so we
they names heard in the projects
I can look you in ya eyes and I can tell that you ain't bout it
Know some people think he cool but that boy he ain't
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