Project 1 (feat. Baby Pure & Glock117)

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Unhuh, This That Pain Shit Right Here
Pour a four up everyday just to take
The pain away
Same niggas used to hate
Be Wanting to post me everyday
But my mama told me have faith
We gone make out one day
I be posted in the raq so every
Day I got to pray
Posted outside with that drac
Every time I ride my bike I risk
My life nigga f*ck that case
My nigga Myro had a closed
Casket I couldn't even see
See his face
Yea He claim he got dem pounds
I caught him on the Conner selling
Shake
Once I make it to the top I
want to see them niggas face
I want to see if them niggas hate
Gang
Every time I find a beat I rip
That bitch I ain't never gone stop
He saw that beam from across
The street I heard that nigga got
hit in his Top
Niggas anit got real opps
What's In that cup real wock
She asked why I don't love her
Cuz bitch I ain't got no heart
Lil nigga I been real from the
Start
Put that SRT in park
I remember sliding everyday
I was Never at the park
Like a dog I hold my ground
Everyday you gon hear my Bark
Ayeee, Ayeee, Lil bro don't got to bark, Ayee, Ayee, Big bro gone let it spark
Ayeee, Ayeee, Ayeee, Ayeee
Big bro gone let it spark
You ever bagged up in the dark
Can't dive up in that water you tweaking
That bitch filled up with sharks
Post guns On the gram he a narc
Big Pure i just play my part
Throw that switch just like it's a dart
Her pussy ain't the best i just like the arch
We Serving them pounds i do it like it fitness
Guns in the attic, the dope in the kitchen
Move descret can't leave no witness
Twenty four-seven We standing on business
We answer the phone we ain't doing no missing
Aim at his lips and this bitch gone kiss em
Soon as he hop out of that V, kill em
Bro get bumped for this B, we gone get em Nigga
Every time I ride my bike lil nigga i got my pipe
Twelve can't mike me i know my rights
Lil nigga let's bump let's do it on site
Glock two-three this bitch ain't Mike
Niggas be dissing that's shit be lite
Let's measure the money I do it by height
These niggas play crazy they really polite
Beat down the block i see a opp I walk him down
Smoking Pure Exoticss got the hottest in the town
Bitch I hang with real steppers when we walk we shake the ground
If you ain't gang then you can't kick it we can't mix up in the crowd
Yea I get shiesty if you know if you don't you better blow
Ain't no friends out in this shit cuz they gone help you than backdoor
That's why I keep the heater on me like the crib when it get cold
On the road with all the killer about to sell it at the show
Foe nem tweaking of that x they get to bugging in the store
Had to hop out with my cup and spilt the drank on all my clothes
Tryna tell them pussy niggas here come twelve we got to go
Cause I can't catch another case i'm doing three right through the door
We get pound after pound
We send round after round
Any pussy nigga hate then we gone treat him like a clown
On Trey-eight I want the smoke you say his name it's going down
I'm a king and you a peasant you gone die you touch my crown
And that's on gang

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