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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pop Smoke
Pop Smoke
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Programming
Kidd Fredo
Kidd Fredo
Programming
TNT
TNT
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Bashar Barakah Jackson
Lyrics
Tahj Vaughn
Tahj Vaughn
Composer
Friendlor Nomincy
Friendlor Nomincy
Composer
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Composer
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
Ryan Press
Ryan Press
Composer
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Steven Victor
Steven Victor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tahj Money
Tahj Money
Producer
Kidd Fredo
Kidd Fredo
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Ciel Eckard-Lee
Assistant Mixing Engineer
BL
BL
Recording Engineer
TNT
TNT
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target
I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition
Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing
Hit that **** up get through the back door
[Chorus]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target
[Verse 1]
Stay down on the Nawf (Stay down)
Too much more, don't know what it's 'bout
We was the first ones out the hood
We brought that shit back to the house, it look good
Inside the mud inside the rain, no more pain
I had the hundred round drawn, just for shit that look strange
I had to kick through some doors, just to ice out the chain
We had to fuck a few hoes, since they claiming they gang
Jumped off to pull some chains, doubled back and they came
Huncho hustle mentality, just like Kobe with rings (Mamba)
I don't wanna mention names, but some can't even hang
One thing I learned, this game, it's gon' show if you lame
Huncho and Pop Smoke, yeah we turning the page
I don't know, but it feel like we go back in the day
I put food on the table, **** won't touch my plate
Momma let me go outside but I ain't out here tryna play
[PreChorus]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target
I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition
Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing
Hit that **** up, get through the back door
[Chorus]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Gotta watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target
[Verse 2]
I might be goin' numb, I ain't show love, then it died within
My mind on so much drugs I think my sliders tryna slide on me
I bet none these rappers got more war stories, than the He do
Every night I pray that my lil soldiers keep it Zeeko
I just wanna make a lot of money for my people
I just caught a case, but I thank God, it ain't a RICO
Can't stay out the hood, I'm like a magnet to the projects
Every time I do good, Lord, all the bad shit be followin'
I don't know who be hatin', 'cause they still shakin' hands
I don't know who be fakin', 'cause they still shakin' hands
I know everybody smiling in my face, ain't really my friends
I know **** be hollerin' like they gang, but really gon' bend
Bussin' at the opps, and I'm duckin' from the cops
'Cause I'm still clutching glocks, momma
I'm bussin' at the opps, 'cause everytime I try to stop, they be playing with my top, momma
[PreChorus]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target
I up and squeeze on the pussy-ass opposition
Cops asking me these questions, I don't know nothing
Hit that **** up, get through the back door
[Chorus]
My momma tell me be careful, better stay out them projects
Better watch for them haters, you never know who be watching
Talk less and do more, you never know who be talking
And if you up up that chop, you better aim for your target, yeah
Written by: Bashar Barakah Jackson, Bill K. Kapri, Friendlor Nomincy, Quavious Marshall, Ryan Press, Steven William Victor, Tahj Vaughn, Thomas Horton
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