Project Baby [Remix]
French Montana, Vory, DJ Drama
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Vory, what up? You know what it is When you hear that Haan Coke Boys Yeah (Montana) Gangsta Grillz I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy Not tryna die sober, 'cause my life too crazy, yeah (y'all not like us, yeah) Ayy, do this for my family, give a f*ck 'bout Grammy's I feel better when I'm with my family, off Patrón and Remy, that shit been better Shot gon' take it wherever if they try to end me Know a nigga got a bullet loaded, tryna write my ending, oh (Gangsta Grillz) Fly Ty, that's my nigga, f*ck with him, get your shirt tie-dyed (yeah) Flyin' state to state with all them blues, catchin' a red eye Opps been posted tryna make they move, but we ahead high I still wish more life upon my opps even though he a dead guy (f*ck 'em, oh, baby) Yeah, I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby (Kodak, yeah) My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me (yeah) Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy (yeah) My bitch way too damaged, don't think God can save her (hey) She know she protected by my ghetto angels (git) Baby, how do I learn to love myself? Oh, baby, how do I do this by myself? (Montana) Oh, baby (talk to 'em, French) Project baby, livin' fast Blues, I ain't breakin' half Watch your wallet, pitchin' 'til they leave so I can take the stash (ah) Strapped in a round of competition, we was runnin' laps (bah-bah, bah-baow) Told shawty, I ain't Keith Sweat, I can't make it last Make it last forever (woo) Fresh out the bricks My ghetto angel ain't got wings, he fronted me a brick She's switchin' for a C-note, she'll do you like G-Money Denino (we all we got) Have you cryin' in the streets like Benzino (ah) All this shit is new to me What's cool to you ain't cool to me He told on his brother, imagine what he gon' do to me? Left my trust at the door Hundreds stashed in the floor Brown bags got a lot, like Savage and Cole (haan) I come from the gutter, I'm a project baby My heart way too damaged, don't think God can save me Bro get off them yerkies, he start goin' brazy I'm just misunderstood but they rather call it crazy (oh, why? Gangsta Grillz) Crazy, crazy Baby, oh, baby Crazy, oh, crazy They don't call me shit, they just call me project baby I ain't gon' lie (yeah) I still got a chip on my shoulder (oh) So this year (so this year) I'm goin' crazy (I'm goin' crazy) Tried to say (say, say) I have given every single thing Every ounce of my life to this craft, to perfecting my craft And I continued to do so And in the process, I have lost my mind To regular society
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Written by: Karim Kharbouch
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