Songtexte From the Projects - $NOOP

I come from the projects
Where anywhere you can die at
Artillery aint no combat
Bitches be bogus and niggas really be goofy
Why my heart done turnt to the coldest
I be in my feelings but im still one of the killers still gettin shit put in motion
One of the realist for my side im gorilla
You mention me I put em on ya

I come from the projects
Where anywhere you can die at
Artillery aint no combat
Bitches be bogus and niggas really be goofy
Why my heart done turnt to the coldest
I be in my feelings but im still one of the killers still gettin shit put in motion
One of the realist for my side im gorilla
You mention me I put em on ya

Remember when everyone said I was bogus
Remember he snitched and the hood aint escort em
I remember selling nicks for a quarter
Remember yall thought that I wasnt important
I remember shooting dice during school
I needed money to place a new order
Told a basic bitch aint no bora bora
Sleep or woke all im seein is horror
Murder on my mind
Thinking bout the old times
In the trenches im fine
Always ride with 2 nines
I cant go for nothing my lil brother
A menace every glock he own got button
Cant rock with a snitch shorty had told on my brother
And still locked inside of that bitch
I just cant resist I keep extending the mag for shit that I cannot predict
I stay on my shit cuz all the oppers be pissed they praying one day I get blicked
Uh niggas be wrong as hell when they try to speak it never make snese
And these bitches wrong as well so
Tell a thot bitch to get off my dick

Do for this for lil tre wescoast and gutta
Tinted whip but I changed the color
Shorty mad cuz he changed for nothing
Hit the innocent you aimed for nothing
New V and it came with buttons
Moving strange yea I had to cut em
Watch yo homie he is not yo brudda
Traded teams kicked em out of the huddle

I come from the projects
Where anywhere you can die at
Artillery aint no combat
Bitches be bogus and niggas really be goofy
Why my heart done turnt to the coldest
I be in my feelings but im still one of the killers still gettin shit put in motion
One of the realist for my side im gorilla
You mention me I put em on ya

I come from the projects
Where anywhere you can die at
Artillery aint no combat
Bitches be bogus and niggas really be goofy
Why my heart done turnt to the coldest
I be in my feelings but im still one of the killers still gettin shit put in motion
One of the realist for my side im gorilla
You mention me I put em on ya