Lyrics Back to the Project - Banda Black Rio, Flame Killer, God Pt3

Back to the Project

A lot of people struggling and make a holdin' on by the spirit they took
I’m living proof, let me tell you the truth
Ain’t no body bullet-proof, head shots just faded
Growing up in the navel of the beast, guns sprayed
Nothing seems to have made me, especially in the 80's
That’s when crack-cocaine went crazy, I was a part of the struggle
Like a starter kid, My revolver spit, Fuck!
About solving things to be the way
Even fist fight let it slide or pop the heat, Ain't nobody stopping me (Nobody!)
My Philosophy, Over-Achieving is seen through fresh property
It’s something like photography, Take a picture cuz this might be the last time
You see a g nigga cross state lines, Daily that won’t be complete
Till I check-check every, catch me in my zone Overseas
How we do this for ease, Detect the
So-So many, That the retire free
On my mark, Nigga !