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Project Pharaoh Video (MV)




Performed By: Kid Reem
Language: English
Length: 2:37
Written by: Kareem Mahgoub




Kid Reem - Project Pharaoh Lyrics




Fresh out of hell's kitchen, I dare a devil, can I get a witness
All these niggas pessimistic, and act like bitches
Kill the scene, clean the scene, don't need forensics
Young Dexter in the making, but I play the villain

Never acting, dawg
Dummy man is a classic, dawg, I'm used to rebound
Off the glass, no basketball packs slipping
Back to back like gymnastics, dawg

Let me close my mouth, and I'll talk it off
F*ck it, drop facts, drop gems, drop cash
On your head, get it knocked, and take your cash
It's really sad, I hate to say it, but it makes me laugh

I sit back, relax, and roll the gas
And think about the future, and not the past
Just hit another lick, just hit another lick
Little bitch, we lit, I'm a pharaoh at the projects

Had to make my own options
Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap hoppin'
Hand it to the top, they're gon' stop this
Top this, turn up the knob

We're pharaoh at the projects, had to make my own options
Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Hand it to the top, they're gon' stop this
Top this, turn up the knob

Tryna escape this cubicle
The other side's so beautiful
They hold you down, what you gonna do
Shit on them niggas, I'm rollin' round in the figures

Till the dragon get bigger, and have my wolves come and get you
I'm a smart guy, yeah, no need for no pistols
So I'll blow up the block, have the ambulance get you
And your family on the phone, and they say they didn't miss you

Don't worry, dog, in a day we'll ship you
Don't stop, yeah, the block is too hot
Don't call the cops, cause they will not hold down a spot
They will ship you, like f*ck the city, yeah, they f*ckin' with my mental

I need a couple guns and a few of them pistols
Give me an AR and a f*ckin' missile
I'ma send myself off like a f*ckin' wish, dude
Barrel after project, had to make my own options

Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Headed to the top, they ain't gone stop this
Top this, turn up the knob quick
Barrel after project, had to make my own options

Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Headed to the top, they ain't gone stop this
Top this, turn up the knob quick
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Fresh out of hell's kitchen, I dare a devil, can I get a witness
All these niggas pessimistic, and act like bitches
Kill the scene, clean the scene, don't need forensics
Young Dexter in the making, but I play the villain

Never acting, dawg
Dummy man is a classic, dawg, I'm used to rebound
Off the glass, no basketball packs slipping
Back to back like gymnastics, dawg

Let me close my mouth, and I'll talk it off
F*ck it, drop facts, drop gems, drop cash
On your head, get it knocked, and take your cash
It's really sad, I hate to say it, but it makes me laugh

I sit back, relax, and roll the gas
And think about the future, and not the past
Just hit another lick, just hit another lick
Little bitch, we lit, I'm a pharaoh at the projects

Had to make my own options
Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap hoppin'
Hand it to the top, they're gon' stop this
Top this, turn up the knob

We're pharaoh at the projects, had to make my own options
Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Hand it to the top, they're gon' stop this
Top this, turn up the knob

Tryna escape this cubicle
The other side's so beautiful
They hold you down, what you gonna do
Shit on them niggas, I'm rollin' round in the figures

Till the dragon get bigger, and have my wolves come and get you
I'm a smart guy, yeah, no need for no pistols
So I'll blow up the block, have the ambulance get you
And your family on the phone, and they say they didn't miss you

Don't worry, dog, in a day we'll ship you
Don't stop, yeah, the block is too hot
Don't call the cops, cause they will not hold down a spot
They will ship you, like f*ck the city, yeah, they f*ckin' with my mental

I need a couple guns and a few of them pistols
Give me an AR and a f*ckin' missile
I'ma send myself off like a f*ckin' wish, dude
Barrel after project, had to make my own options

Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Headed to the top, they ain't gone stop this
Top this, turn up the knob quick
Barrel after project, had to make my own options

Stuck to this rap, now I'm bubble wrap poppin'
Headed to the top, they ain't gone stop this
Top this, turn up the knob quick
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Writer: Kareem Mahgoub
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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