Lyrics Project Living 2 - Mischief, K Trap, LD

Project Living 2

Duck tape and cling
Dem man Re gone get you ah caution
Get caught wit mine, its straight to the wing (Free up!)
I don’t really like drama
But if its dat, its filled to the brim (Fill it, Fill it!)
Give da' green to my young boys (Yes!)
I just stand dere' and watch you swim (Drown!)
Trapped in
It was kway back then last day ain’t took ah risk (risk it)
Big weight look Wilson Fisk (kingpin)
Ain’t picked up no less since (no)
Mix Cola and dat soda
What they know about making drinks?
(sweet one)
Feds scoped me through them tints
Now I’m in the lockup taking prints (ahhh)
Ment things
It was man tryna burn his skin (no sun tan)
I was first to bring that dots out
Ask opps how corn got linged (ling that)
Man ball, don’t need no gym
Still run through scales and cling (trappy)
Double up this raw, cats say it’s mint (bosh that)
Ain’t got up all of a sudden
Tell them it was all progression (progress)
And that re its all for me (face that)
In court tryna get possession (no supply)
Bang weight with no instructor
Can’t miss my morning session (can't)
Got up and got them numbers
Being broke weren’t in the question (never)
Raps drill but he ain’t done none (nothing)
See them and there days are done (done)
Can’t leave racks in my drum (murked)
Lost few when my whip got spun (jarring)
Turn up wit tools, they waste us ling that’s once (litty)
This hoe can’t get this d
She moves too dumb (kerb that)
It come like I don’t like this rap ting
Cause ah nigga still out 'ere (Lurking!)
But ah man can’t rap if ah man just don’t get round 'dere (Mmm!)
See dem man rap about waps
Not one of dem man rap facts
And they can’t get 'dere hands on smoke
Come like they got dem ah drought 'dere
Still dem ah talk about drillings (Drillings)
While ah nigga still sin, Really out 'ere project living (I'm out 'ere!)
Move weight, anytime man step
None of my guys do gymming (Really tho)
Real gunja kat, Man I might roll up while you billing (Ha Ha)
You don’t wanna see it, it’s long (Long)
LD smoke like Bong (Bow!)
I was on the road with chops
Now he’s on the wing like Chong (Free Him)
I heard dem mans fucking wit dem man, How you gonna do man wrong?
(How you gonna do man wrong?)
Smoke man till he look cray, still show man what I’m really on
Shell down every estate
Still do it like we do it on stage (Gang!)
Bro had choice of the sten-trey
Bro just did it with the gauge
Been doing up road
And I know every Opp-Block like Waze (Mmm!)
And dem boy dere' too redeye (Redeye)
So me and dem boys split ways (Forreal)
Look, I had enough of these kids
They tryna draw me out, I’m no pic (Pic)
I got ah Rolex on my wrist
And ah flick-knife where I shit!
Look, I draw blood then I make money
And I’m happy taking these risks
I mashed a one works with ST
And these donuts thought it was Bis!
Mm-Hmm!