Projects

Yeah
Ooh (you all live in a cold place)
Live From The 6
(Put your pussy lips on live, I'll give you a thousand)

I was on fire, they wanted to tie my hands (yeah)
Used to get them cheap bows, thousand dollar girls (thousand dollars)
Put them bitches in the sky, show you how to land (phew)
All them pussy niggas died helpin' out the feds (bitch)

Meat for twenty-five hundred dollar if it's twelve-fifty zips (what?)
Ain't never build a crib, we only sell niggas bricks (sell niggas bricks)
Bustin' down the bail, fish scale, them niggas shrimps
We ain't checkin' niggas temps, fuck 12, gettin' blitzed

Search 'em at the door like, "Who you came with and who you here for?"
Got Bam Bam, Barney Rubble for that Flintstone
That lamb' fast, burnin' rubber when that feint gone
I don't smoke where I'm parking, Mavis, 'cause it hit straight?

Still thuggin' in the trenches (yeah), Cullinan on six
Quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit
Cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dizzers
Bet, I'll be up a hundred Ms before you touch your first ticket

Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (in the projects)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (this is my shit)
Got my daughter a AP, she wasn't five yet (ayy)
Countin' paper 'til the morning, I ain't tired yet (I ain't tired yet)

Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (what?)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (for real)
Got my daughter a AP, she wasn't five yet (on God)
How the fuck you think we opps, and you ain't die yet? (you ain't die yet)

Turn the trap into the crib, use the side steps (yeah)
My son playin' with a scale like it's an object (vito)
We the ones that got it hot because we shine best (shine best)
We jump back like hopscotch and write a blind check (ooh)

20 million dollar nigga in the trenches, don't pillow talk to bitches (what?)
Purple face Rollie look like middle like the treach (ooh)
Hundred round yop and the crew and about to kick
Stash spot stay in the ceiling, fifty cartridge by the window

Real ghetto boy, let me fuck for free (let me fuck)
Nah, nigga, I ain't a bitch, don't fuck with me (on God)
The best dog in the city, cut the leash, nigga, fuck the peace
Cashed a million dollar check and bought another piece

Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (for real)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (this is my shit)
Got my daughter a AP, she wasn't five yet (no)
Countin' paper 'til the morning, I ain't tired yet (I ain't tired yet)

Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (what?)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (bitch)
Got my daughter a AP, she wasn't five yet (on God)
How the fuck you think we opps, and you ain't die yet? (You ain't die yet)

Phew
Live From The 6
In the trenches every day
This for the real get money niggas
All the real havin'-ass niggas
One time
Phew



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Writer(s): Chivez Smith, Tevin Blands, Trayvon Clarke
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