(Oh, 5StarChrome)

Uh, huh

Uh, huh

Yeah

Yeah

I’m the one that get the check in the middle of the ‘jects

He got shot ‘cause he ran off but we ain’t finish with him yet

Papi bippin’ in a vette water drenching from my neck

If he play it’s sentenced death in the kitchen I’m a chef

This bitch want a BBL I pulled up on BBS’s

S600 cost one fifty like I brought this bitch from S6

Dumb ass bitch send this long message I’ll be damn if I start stressing

Put that wham on whoever get out that jam bitch however

Uh, huh I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

Yeah I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

You looking for me I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

Yeah **** I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

I’m in the middle of the ‘jects Brody sitting on the steps

If something look suspicious then his ass gone end up left

From my sake and my interest bitch I hope you got my best

All them guns and no hats bitch I hope you brought a vest

Hollows eat through your flush eight plus plus on my test

Throw up sixty’s that’s the set bandana tied like Beatrice

Me and the guys gotta eat we robbed the whole damn street

I got one foot in the rap game on my block I’m waist deep

Wide body on the curb slap a pesi on my wrist

You got one strike you out do some deadly to a ****

Bro gon’ lace his boots that’s why he stepping with a ****

You’s a lil’ ass boy I’ll end up stepping on you ****

They say Papi drop a album every time I drop they know the outcome

Bitch I’m him I don’t know about them

From the womb bitch came out trim

They heard the boom and seen his scalp slit

Car go vroom I bounce out it

Off the perk bitch I’m drowsy in the middle of the projects

I’m in the middle of-

I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

Uh, huh I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

You looking for me I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

Yeah

I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

I ain’t got no rap deal put a quarter million around my neck

I’m that motha fucking **** bitch on me place ya bet

You should see the look on they faces when I pop it them lil’ **** look so upset

Lil’ bro miss when he work that blat I say you gotta hold ya breath

He got wacked in front of his mama they call that **** Soulja Slim

I ain’t never played football but I control the blitz

In the kitchen I could whip raw i control my wrist

Naggin’ bitch got me pissed off keep tryna hit my spliff

On ya block he a big dog turned em’ to a zip

I don’t do shit like them ****

‘Cause I’m the one that wrote the scrip

I walked in loaded off a scrip

Forty bulging off my hip

You ain’t see you ain’t hear bet not say shit

Got checked took care of the men

I’m the modern Mick Vick

In the middle of the ‘jects

They looking for me I’m in the middle of the ‘jects

Uh, huh I’m in the middle of the ‘Jects

They told me get In the booth I’m in the middle of the ‘Jects

Yeah