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Back in the projects.

Back in the projects.

I lost it all.

Now I'm back in the projects.

Big slugs, hardcore drugs. Everything crooked, what you thought this was?

Steam by, turn powder into rock. Plan go sour, that's how you get got.

Aw shit, got it poppin' in the bricks. Buy that pink boo, now it's time to get rich.

Keep in mind, -never walk 'round blind. -I can't get all of you in this.

All that back and forth gets me high sometimes.

Wanna see somebody get knocked out? Just box one time. Shit. Catch a fade, catch a fade, it ain't nothing.

Get your head up at the gym, bring your knuckles.

Look, I'm deep inside the projects where it's brackin' at, you know the zip.

Where we take a quarter piece, flip it 'til the corner lit. A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit.

Shootouts and abortion situations, so unfortunate.

I know a nigga doin' double digits, bust a head wide for another nigga who scared to rep his set right.

Now solitary doin' pushups by his bedside. All he want is a green dot, his homie keepin' himself fly.

Don't come around without your pass, niggas on they tip.

Zero tolerance on niggas' money, niggas want they shit.

Don't start nothin' without your blunt, that's a one-way trip. Six feet under, real life, that's all gunplay is.

Yeah, this that hood shit, where young niggas on that misunderstood shit.

Jumpin' out of smoker rentals, K's with the wood grips.

Bitches for them bank statements'll come and hit a full split. Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch?

Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch? Don't you know no good?

Don't you know no good, bitch? Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch?

I can't get all of you in this.

Niggas jock-jackin', they ain't on that hood shit.

Bitch, we 'bout that action, on that wish you would shit. All red flags, swag on ten.

We ain't in the club, we can't get our goods in. So we in the hood, situations look grim.

One time circlin' for colors of your skin. Black lives matter out here? No way.

Cops get promotions while the family gotta pray.

It's fucked up, can't explain babies all in the dump truck. It's all about that money, man, miss me with that Trump stuff.

Tryna make a dollar out of fifteen, don't get fucked up and shake in the bag.

You get a bug, then you lucked up. You fake and you mad.

You got a issue, you get fucked up. Get laid on your ass. You feelin' bad, your blunts crushed up.

We in the set just pickin' it like the Cosbys. Tryna get dough, live happy days like

Chachi. If you get a call from papi, that's like Jesus callin'.

All you do is execute, next ten seasons ballin'. You can get the world, stay loyal.

Why you even trip? Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch?

Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch? Don't you know no good?

Don't you know no good, bitch? Don't you know no good? Don't you know no good, bitch?

I can't get all of you in this.