Project Walls (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
'Member when I was broke
Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat
Probably fried or put up on the dope
Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy
Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes
Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach
These niggas ghosts
Stick to the ones that gon' love you for you, if not, you're gon' be toast
Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke
They want my spot, that's why I do the most
This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam
But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast
Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud
Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud
Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds
Still, I don't know how
My friends tell me they miss me, "Tjay, can you drown?
Please don't play around
Focus on your sound, put on for the towns"
Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce
Pockets clutchin' up, man, I can't frown
Thankin', "Lord, why You do it for me?
Know it's many who see, now let's never go down
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('fore)
I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (more, oh)
Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (my core)
Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore
Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah
Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (ooh)
Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions
Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas
Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches
I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business
And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before
I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
'Member when I was broke
Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat
Probably fried or put up on the dope
Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy
Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes
Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach
These niggas ghosts
Stick to the ones that gon' love you for you, if not, you're gon' be toast
Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke
They want my spot, that's why I do the most
This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam
But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast
Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud
Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud
Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds
Still, I don't know how
My friends tell me they miss me, "Tjay, can you drown?
Please don't play around
Focus on your sound, put on for the towns"
Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce
Pockets clutchin' up, man, I can't frown
Thankin', "Lord, why You do it for me?
Know it's many who see, now let's never go down
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('fore)
I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (more, oh)
Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (my core)
Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore
Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah
Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (ooh)
Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions
Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas
Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches
I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business
And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before
I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Credits
Writer(s): Tarik Luke Johnston, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Declan Joseph Roberts, Tione Merritt, Oswaldo Jose Rangel, Daniel Way
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