Lyrics:
compete, buy things that I can't afford
I'm just doin' me, rhyming beautifully like the bluest sea
I mean, musically I'm like truancy
You gon' learn today
by with all the smoke I'm burning
And my future is bright, I've now found the light
Within the only girl for me, you know that you're the one for me
in the past now
I got bitches by the twin (Bitches by the twin)
Member used to be a class clown (Class clown)
Back then niggas used to hate (Used
at
Runnin' through the streets like a stray cat
Like that Good Times show it makes me go
Hmmm, mmm, mm
Up in the projects, it gets no iller
With true
Yeah, Trusted flowers from the darkest of rooms
They just borrowed me some love with the hopes that I bloom
They told me take what you deserve, I
a C-Class, AMG, I'm too fast (ah)
If I don't get no lean today, I fuck around and relapse (yeah)
Shot his brother in his face, I know that nigga three mad
but I smoke it with my bros
I been rappin' since a lil homie
So if you aint know that then you don't know me
If u hatin' u below me, better never "bro"
Stack and I keep that piling
Anyway it goes
I will never fold
I live by the code
Told them that Im coming
Coming for that payback
You about little money I
about to come to the Lab-o
She givin' me some credit for clothes
That's the slang work for bricks, dicks
Analyze you never know who lookin'
It's
on to the next"
I wrote that message thinkin' I'm awkward, prolly' would never have sex
You know in high school 16 you prolly late
My cousin hit me back, "Don't
maker
All day singin', supper on the ground
Old folks and youngins, gather 'round
Every kind of fiddle you ever did see
Come along merry and sit by me
you can achieve, just look at me"
Against all odds
Though life is hard, we carry on
Living in the projects
Broke with no lights on
To all
from that motherfuckin Calliope
Projects supported worldwide by drug dealers
Transformin wimpy ass niggas into killers
Taking over, worldwide, doin shows
the cuffs
300 pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric
pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
and told them color me bad
Blue faces
Get that new money, and it's breaking me down honey
Two tears in the bucket I cry with you
But I could never lie
Diamond baugette bracelets for my lovers
Player, I use Cristal to lubricate rubbers
Who got shit on his wrist that cost 3 nickel
Who got the project
YOU MATTER TO ME
By Pat Melfi & Cary Park
I give you my heart, give you my soul
I'd give you everything, you make me whole
Nothing I do, could ever
like David Aldridge
By 17th was them apartments, lived really in the projects
It's been a minute since locked, but still looked at as a convict
I still
dropping
Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown
We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it
make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow, ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes, my
No dependents, except for one, let me bring you closer
Intoxicated, there's a lustful nature that I failed to mention
Insecurities that I project
A milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that shit up more than once
I'm really, really from the streets and ain't nobody put me on
I like my bitches like
blowin' KK in the air
Ayy, that shit be hard for me to smell, mm-hmm
Got all these VV's in my ear
That shit be hard for me to hear
I stay surrounded by
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