Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project Kids, artist - Cappadonna.
Date of issue: 16.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Project Kids |
Yeah |
Getting this money |
Stay like that |
Fuck everybody |
Cracks in my pocket |
I’m only 17 |
Can’t wait till i’m older |
So I can do independent things |
Well first i’ll have money |
Then I got bad diet |
Thought out high school |
Imma fuck up that |
Pray that god don’t judge me |
For all of my wrongs |
So I forgive all of ya’ll niggas |
And I put it in a song, c’mon |
If you fucked up the way that I did |
Then you more than just a baby |
You a project kid |
You probably shitted on yourself |
And you proud of where you come from |
Most niggas in the hood see no good |
Why you think people hear shots and they don’t run |
Stuck with this loaf of bread |
A couple stale slices |
Eat with tea cause got it wrapped in ice chips |
Look at the black guy |
He got 30 white chicks |
Yeah we fight hard |
And we spark purple night sticks |
Urkel type witch |
With classy ass chicks |
That love me for me |
Cause I master that bitch |
Stuntin african nigga |
Yea |
It ain’t nothing for us to get dirty |
Always keep a big scrape on our knees since big wheels |
Fresh for you |
It’s hot in the pjs |
I think you smell good, you look good, you feel good |
you can make it tryna fake it |
Come on man be yourself |
I know how you feel |
Michael jackson said it starts with the man in the mirror |
Michael jackson shit |
Sometime it get cold up in my zone man |
Two to the head just staring at the microphone |
Like yo |
I can just see starting to blow |
And get some money real quick |
Cause everybody making dough |
Maybe i’ll simplify my rhyme a little sum’in |
I talk a lot of shit |
And never say nuttin |
Reduce the realness |
I’ll amplify the front |
Make it seem like i’m dumb as fuck |
And I don’t know nuttin |
I’d like that life (i bet you would) |
The world train nigga |
Glorified kill in the zone |
To get some fame nigga |
Flav used to live in the house |
With the same niggas |
Passengers bought in crib |
Got them plane tickets |
Send his monkey ass on tour |
Make sure he say what he’s supposed to say |
Nuttin more |
God forbid these niggas start making sense |
God forbid real players got a ball from bench |
You dig |
Are you sure |
That’s who you are |
Are you the person |
You wanna be |
And do you wake up nights and find |
You got an unclear conscience |
You got an unclear mind] |
I was raised on welfare |
With no health care |
But now I’m a man |
And I don’t need no help yea |
Cause now i’m on the block |
Building up my welfare |
Cause to me now |
The picture’s more clear |
You don’t understand |
What it takes to be a man |
Cause now I got the world in my hands |
So I plan |
To get more money in my hand |
So motherfuck you if you don’t understand |
Every woman, every man |
We all need a plan |
So it’s my duty to do all that I can |
To formulate and stand |
But now you want us dead |
So cap said run |
So I ran, damn |
… But when one of your brothers is down |
That’s when you supposed to stand up |
You know what i’m sayin |
And be strong |
And be their clutch |
So that…] |
Are you sure |
That’s who you are |
Are you the person |
You wanna be |
And do you wake up nights and find |
You got an unclear conscience |
You got an unclear mind] |
All them white people |
I forgot my shit |
Hold up |
Blahhhhhblablah |