Текст OBN Jay – Projects

I sling that fire back
Pour my Hi-Tech
Da-da-da-da
On this bitch, I say oh-woah-oh-oh

Now this the only ones who look up to me and be tryna show me love
Family and friends and my gorillas, yeah, they know what up
Just a young lil’ nigga who keep pistols when he showin’ up
Don’t want the weed up in my system so I’m pourin’ up
Used to watch my people on the porch, some of ’em eight bars
Whole hood mobbin’ on G Street, you see like eight cars
Cancel out you bitches ’cause I swear they make my life hard
Creepin’ on you bitches, Nemo ready for the play call

I understand that you ain’t built like me
I understand that this ain’t common sense
You played it close, but called my name in a false way, so bitch, don’t come ’round me
Make cancellations, ain’t no comin’ back
Just a lil’ nigga from the projects
I kept it goin’ with my dream, I ain’t stop yet
We let out shots and then we smash up on Highland
He bang that hoop, you better know we slang that fire back

I’m takin’ my time ’cause I can’t go back out my element
I’m sippin’ the bag, I’m floatin’ ’round just like a president
These problems keep comin’, they overflow, they keep on testing me
He gave me a gift and they say I’m lucky, but it’s heaven-sent
Pushin’ through the hood with my bitch, we just smoke and we vibe while we ride under tint
Keep that iron on my side, superstar but keep a stick
And I’m flooded VVS’s, Cuban chain, whole brick

I understand that you ain’t built like me
I understand that this ain’t common sense

Bae, can I take you on a date? And let me bring it back to old school
Lame ass nigga played around and killed the whole mood
I ain’t even trippin’ ’cause I know karma gon’ show you
She thought it was over, karma slap a bitch, I told you
I made my mind that I’ma meet you at the other end
They can’t take it from me ’cause they know that this shit is within
Tryna shake it back, look at my heart, you know my shit is broken in
We had got the fuck before the folks even could kick it in
OG speakin’ wisdom, better know that I’ma sink it in
Speakin’ out of pain that I don’t feel but is you listening?
Left the car in park, it’s on the street, ain’t even whip it in
Black F&N in my drawers while I’m walkin’ in

I understand that you ain’t built like me
I understand that this ain’t common sense
You played it close, but called my name in a false way, so bitch, don’t come ’round me
Make cancellations, ain’t no comin’ back
Just a lil’ nigga from the projects
I kept it goin’ with my dream, I ain’t stop yet
We let out shots and then we smash up on Highland
He bang that hoop, you better know we slang that fire back

Bitch, ayy, oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, oh, woah
And bitch, I say da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Ross gonna flex