In My Projects lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Herb, you f*cked up with that one)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(HerbMadeThisBeat)
Yeah, yeah, ayy

[Verse]
Look, in my hood, you ain't respected 'til you spank something
'Til they puttin' dirt over my casket, I'm gon' remain thuggin'
When you told you broke the code, geez, we ain't brothers
Can't put your trust in n*ggas on them drills, 'cause they not gon' do it
If I get p*ssy in the jam, I know Lil' Rob gon' shoot it
Got motion, so we hit the GD, drop on the mob to maneuver
Mama, don't worry, yo, son, stay in the car with some shooters
Ayy, bro, park this b*tch right, don't ever turn off the car when wе hoopin'
Stupid, do this drill with strategicness, can't evеr change, forever G-block J's I'm deeply in
Why you want him so bad, you don't know how much that sh*t mean to him
Shouldn't have ran his mouth, crush his vocal cords, he can't breathe again
Yeah, no medication, Jaaybo sleepin' him
Poppin' n*ggas on the same blocks my pops posted on
When murder on my mind, I turn maniac, I ain't goin' home
Slo-Be mode, I felt that in my soul, I'm a scoffer, bro
Yeah, the landlord of the G's You ain't stamp nothin', then n*gga, you can't hop in low with me
The whole bitty know I smoke sh*t don't make me press delete
Walkin' sh*t down like I'm skinny, yeah, I'm healthy on my feet, geez
Before I popped it out of b*tch, I popped a Glock, n*gga
And if I ever parked the low, it was opps in it, yeah
And every time we lost one, we went and caught n*ggas
Don't box, n*gga, I just box, n*gga, geez