FromTheProjects

Hey yo, we from the projects, but **** throw metal objects

Live as a rebel, some died and fell, victim to the pyrex

So if you live you're getting trot necked

Some of my **** got fried in the system

Some hiding in some triplexes

All they want is some stacks, a couple silk sweatsuits

Some eagles and vultures, **** who can rap

On the grand front and half is on cap

Just immune to the lifestyle

Fake friends at night up your back

Learn the legs, more to life, keep the comeback

Sleep if you want, black me ahead of my time

Overdone acting, think fast as you blink

I throw the run back, rimming all of my people

Slain upon rapping, jumping to hell cat

It's your life, rebel at, define yourself in a cell

I had to sell at, my people wake up, I tell that

Ain't no way in hell I'ma let you just fail

I throw some real at you

Hey yo, all praises to the most fried

Looking like the minister, firming the ex-sep-mit

Kavali, bow tie, don't get your whole time

Camouflage, Valentino sweats, camouflage

Nine up in the go, this old time

Getting fake grades, buy tuned bitches and they go fine

My wack, who came with paperwork, still eating swine

I'm on my peace side, shit, let me explain

Everybody can't get close, we all just the aim

Storm being the scales, he's shooting dice up in Blumidells

Ran through the back, slipped on a Uzi shell

Me, I'm just the best, fresh, catch me in a hedge back

Lex with a Mr. T-neck, Lord don't spare no souls

We on the jet, Supreme Jet skis, we ain't even getting wet

Well, I don't know what it is, but

Every time I put on this mask, I be doing something I don't wanna do

And I'm not sure if it's cause the abuse

The drugs, the money, the fights

Losing my mama

Man, but I'm still here bro

I'm walking through the trenches

Fuck you