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Please don't hang around with me Careful where I'm from, bruh Don't play your games with me Shit I'm from that project right there in Brooklyn, Cooper 13th Buildin', 7 story high But, oh boy, did they let it fly And there we have it I 'member the first time I gave someone a buck fifty and they blood hit me I was drunk, pissy, screamin, "boy, don't fuck wit' me" A buck sixty wet, five-seven, but a threat My boo step in Fifty-Four-Elevens through the 'jects Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot We smoke L's in the stairs, sip Cisco with thots The best head was on a roof, that was top notch top My Glock cocked Bubble Goose, I move red tops Nickels, five dollars a pop 5 for 20, they cop like clockwork I cop work, get Kenny to chef it R.I.P. to the best coke, Cookie a legend A half a G of E&J and big bag of Frito Lays Me no play This jump off my hip, you DOA SongtexteSee your way through my E's if you ain't from my hood 'Cause askin' for a buildin' number ain't good Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Yeah, that's us Chillin' in front of the buildin', made a killin', drug dealin' And we don't bust traps in front of children or old folk We grown folk, villains Tryna devise a plan to turn these grams into a million I don't wanna be civilian Too spoiled for a 9 to 5 Baby, I'm alive to be the guy my hood could idolize I'm 'bout to buy the five, bring it to my guy and get the stock rims, revitalized Pop up out the car, watch like surprised, I buy a prize Invite 'em with my team watchin' cable Only time of servin' squares in my circle is at the table Add 'em a lil' water, that 'eve, I hit the block Long as I got that 'caine, I'm able to flip the rock I swear to god, I finger-fuck this fortyorty like we in a orgy And have these bullets shakin' up whoever comin' for me Sexy thot talk from a G that pulls strings Like them old school forefinger joints, my name ring Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Projectiles, the nighttime alarm clock on my block I wonder who I left outside that might've got shot Yeah, yeah Real easy, real careful Walk lightly through my hood Word up Aus Songtexte Mania