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Back in the projects Back in the projects I lost it all Now I'm back in the projects Big shots, hardcore drugs Everything crooked, what you thought this was? Steam pot, turned powder into rock Play go sour, that's how you get got Oooh shit, got it popping into bricks Part of playing cool, now it's time to get rich Keep in mind, never walk around block I can't get all of you in it All that back and forth gets me hot sometimes Wanna see somebody get locked up, just box one-time, shit Catch a fade, catch a fade, it ain't nothin' Get your head up, at the gym, bring your knuckles Look, I'm deep inside the projects where its bracken at You know the zip Where we take a quarter piece Flip it, tell the corner lit A1 yola, that fresh over the border shit Shoot outs and abortions, situations so unfortunate I knew a nigga, doing double digits, bust the head wide SongtexteFor another nigga, who's scared to rep his set right Now in solitary doing push ups by his bedside All you want is a green dot, this homie keeping 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 nothing without your blood, that's a one way trip Six feet under real life that's all gunplay is That is that hood shit When young niggas on that misunderstood shit Jumping out of smoking rentals, K's with the wood grips Bitches for them bank statements and coming here to 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? Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch? I can't get all of you in it Niggas jaw-jacking, 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, let you wasters look grim One time circling 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 a dump truck It's all about that money mane, miss me with that Trump stuff Tryna make a dollar outta fifteen, don't get fucked up You're shaking the bag, get a buck then you lucked up You faking, you mad, you got a issue, you get fucked up Get laid on yo' ass, you feeling bad your blunt's crushed up We in the set, just bickin' it like the Cosbys Tryna get dope, live happy days like Chachi If you get a call from papi that's like Jesus calling 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? Don't you know no good, don't you know no good bitch? I can't get all of you in it Aus Songtexte Mania