The Projects

(Goodsense)

(We call it home, they call that shit the project)

Roller

Uh, eviction notice on that door, we had to pack it up

(Pack it up)

Ridin' dirty with them birdies got 'em shackled up

(Shackled up)

Game over, time to rack 'em up

So many homies dead, they got me tatted up

(Me tatted up)

Turkey bag, I'm still could smell it when it's packaged up

That's word to blood, just ask the plug, I profit ten a month (bang)

Semi tucked 'cause if you weak, them goons will eat your lunch

Twistin' blunts or twistin' fingers, fool, like where you from?

(Where you from?)

Subtract that bullshit, now money gettin' up (yeah)

My bro say that but trust no hoe, them hoes will set you up

(Set you up)

Pissin', living wrong, crooked cops, man, they all corrupt

(They all corrupt)

When fake **** get exposed that's when the jig is up

**** kill they own brother

Say that skin the wrong colour (the wrong colour)

I share my thoughts, I'm tryna put you on somethin'

(On somethin')

In this white man world, I'm just tryna own somethin'

(Own somethin')

I keep it chilly chill, this one gon' be a cold summer

Had to take a risk, I told my jeweler freeze my wrist

(Freeze my wrist)

They shoot to kill who tryna be they volunteer (they volunteer)

Trapped in hell, I pray we make it outta here

We call it home, they call that shit the projects

Where it ain't no rules and where we learn to box at

(Learn to box it)

Where the sun don't shine and **** slangin' rocks at

(-In' rocks at)

Tryna stay alive, that shit feel like a job (like a job)

They tryna clip my wings, they hate to see me fly (see me fly)

Yeah, roller

(We call it home, they call that shit the projects)

(Yeah, we call it home, they call that shit the projects, eh)

Come up on this side, you learn to improvise

Mental rolodex, them numbers memorized

Every little move you make incentivized

Be careful how you move, the judge penalize

Fuck them dirty cops, them bitches wanna end your life

You bound to take some L's, some **** hit your stash

Fuckin' laws get behind you on the slab

And your prayers go up, please, don't let 'em search the cab

If they find it and it's yours, take your lick on your behalf

If you don't, that just tell what type of **** that you is

You don't keep it square biz, you been lyin' to them kids

You ain't real as you say you is

Ridin' dirty with Jazz, see, that's my **** dawg

Couple pops in the plas', he had to get it off

Back and forth to the campus, I'm the school boy

Bucket low, dope drip, but I don't hug the block

Jumpshot wet, hoopin' on the blacktop

All my siblings fell victim to the crack rock

My sister shipped the habit, brother shipped the habit

Rest in peace my other brother, shit, he couldn't manage

Comin' up, watchin' it all, I was the baby boy

Grandma laced me, then, would say I was her favorite boy

She would take me outta class, come and fix my swag

Went and copped the Emmitt Smiths and brought me right back

Now, look at me, fresh as fuck in my Reeboks

Me and la-la-la was kissin' in the tree top

Man, I thought I was that **** back in sixth grade

Nothin' changed, I'm still that **** to this very day

Work harder at the wordplay, we gotta make it outta here

**** try to take you out from tryna make it outta here

Talk a lil' louder here, flow a lil' colder now

Vibes all positive, Goodsense, we rollin' now

Yeah, see Roddy that's my muhfuckin' **** dog

Way before this rap shit, that been my dog

Area 31, hoe, you know my zone

They call that shit the projects, we call it home

Area 31, hoe, you know my zone

They call that shit the projects, we call it home

(We call it home, they call that shit the projects)