Chorus- He stuck in the projects mad at life. He don't leave the crib without his pipe. He banging hard he want a stripe. He saw a opp at the light. He caught a body broad daylight. He made the news he took a life. He told the gang the same night. He got money on his head it's a price. .
Verse- Gunshots in the parking lot. Dance moves way the body's drop. They trying to find out who got shot. A real g he don't talk to cops. The whole hood want to him to pop. Had glocks and fn's on the block. Don't leave the hood can't reach top. The streets got him trapped in a box.
He thugging everywhere he live. He trapping out every crib. His brother federal he on a bid. He know it ain't right but how it is.