NappyHIGH - From The Projects (feat. Raekwon & Westside Gunn) Lyrics

Hey yo, we from the projects, but niggas throw metal objects
Live as a rebel, some died and fell, victim to the pyrex
So if you live you're getting trot necked
Some of my niggas got fried in the system
Some hiding in some triplexes
Cll they want is some stacks, a couple silk sweatsuits
Some eagles and vultures, niggas who can rap
On the grand front and half is on cap
Just immune to the lifestyle
Fake friends at night up your back
Learn the legs, more to life, keep the comeback
Sleep if you want, black me ahead of my time
Overdone acting, think fast as you blink
I throw the run back, rimming all of my people
Slain upon rapping, jumping to hell cat
It's your life, rebel at, define yourself in a cell
I had to sell at, my people wake up, I tell that
Cin't no way in hell I'ma let you just fail
I throw some real at you
Hey yo, all praises to the most fried
Looking like the minister, firming the ex-sep-mit
Kavali, bow tie, don't get your whole time
Camouflage, Valentino sweats, camouflage
Nine up in the go, this old time
Getting fake grades, buy tuned bitches and they go fine
My wack, who came with paperwork, still eating swine
I'm on my peace side, shit, let me explain
Everybody can't get close, we all just the aim
Storm being the scales, he's shooting dice up in Blumidells
Ran through the back, slipped on a Uzi shell
Me, I'm just the best, fresh, catch me in a hedge back
Lex with a Mr. T-neck, Lord don't spare no souls
We on the jet, Supreme Jet skis, we ain't even getting wet
Well, I don't know what it is, but
Every time I put on this mask, I be doing something I don't wanna do
Cnd I'm not sure if it's cause the abuse
The drugs, the money, the fights
Losing my mama
Man, but I'm still here bro
I'm walking through the trenches
F*ck you