Lyrics Straight Out Them Projects - Slatt Zy

(Do you want smoke?)
Fool, you not a street nigga, stay on the porch, jit
(We want all the smoke)
Huh nigga lil′ nigga lil' nigga lil′ bitch, ho

We come from poverty, we had to find a way
Straight out them projects, ain't had shit, I had to find a way
I'm in my finer days
You can′t leave, won′t beg you to stay
Life a book, watch a nigga turn the page
Boxed in, bitch, I'm feel I′m in a cage
I feel I'm all alone
Looking right but they say a nigga wrong
Fake love keep calling my phone
So a nigga turned off his phone
Just bought a Glock, I ain′t renting, 'bout to slide today
Where the opps? They ain′t coming outside today
I'm a surfing board, these bitches, they gon' ride the wave
Ain′t no need to turn around ′cause I'm in a maze

For me, for me, I know she ain′t for me
Taking drugs in the morning, kicked her out 'cause she boring
I knew that she wouldn′t last
Turned around, stabbed in the back
Feel like Johnny, I tote gats
Every time I turn around, nigga doing wrong
You can hear pain listening to my songs
Mentally nothing right, yeah, I'm gone
Young jit, bitch, I been on my own
Send shots now they asking what the smoke about
Too far I done came, ain′t folding now
All these Percs have a nigga feeling loaded now
Cut down, fuck you, I ain't cutting down

We come from poverty, we had to find a way
Straight out them projects, ain't had shit, I had to find a way
I′m in my finer days
You can′t leave, won't beg you to stay
Life a book, watch a nigga turn the page
Boxed in, bitch, I′m feel I'm in a cage
I feel I′m all alone
Looking right but they say a nigga wrong
Fake love keep calling my phone
So a nigga turned off his phone
Just bought a Glock, I ain't renting, ′bout to slide today
Where the opps? They ain't coming outside today
I'm a surfing board, these bitches, they gon′ ride the wave
Ain′t no need to turn around 'cause I′m in a maze

Bust a nigga brain, bet a nigga have a clue
Pull up on a nigga block, wet it like a pool
Bullets get to stalking, bet a nigga make the news
Walk down, pop another opp and his crew
Cutting niggas off 'cause these niggas be lame
I can′t love a stripper, no, I'm not T-Pain
Call a nigga nine, he get with this thing
Don′t know how to love, yeah, I think I'm Lil Wayne, Wayne
I watch my cousin, they swerving, no swing
Chopper got focus, this bitch, it get sane
Need an umbrella, I walk in the rain
Fuck her one time and she stealing my slang
Niggas be pussy, I pop like a [?]
I'm clutching this Glock but I think that they know
I′m not from the three, yeah, I throw up a four
OD off these drugs, yeah, I think that′s it cold

We come from poverty, we had to find a way
Straight out them projects, ain't had shit, I had to find a way
I′m in my finer days
You can't leave, won′t beg you to stay
Life a book, watch a nigga turn the page
Boxed in, bitch, I'm feel I′m in a cage
I feel I'm all alone
Looking right but they say a nigga wrong
Fake love keep calling my phone
So a nigga turned off his phone
Just bought a Glock, I ain't renting, ′bout to slide today
Where the opps? They ain′t coming outside today
I'm a surfing board, these bitches, they gon′ ride the wave
Ain't no need to turn around ′cause I'm in a maze