Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Project Windows, artist - Young Roddy.
Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Project Windows |
And I could show you how to mack a bitch |
Show you how to bag a brick |
Boy I came from rags to riches, nigga I’m a mathematician |
Hell ain’t too far from here, it’s hard as hell to make it here |
If I make it out of here then I can make it anywhere |
Momma worked 2 jobs, my brother doing 7 years |
Boy them crackers done him wrong |
Man that made me shed a tear |
Momma she didn’t have no car, my granny drove a cavalier |
They always told me «play my role», the strongest women that I know |
Fast money, brown bag money started out broke |
Then I started smoking weed, next I started slanging dope |
Ring a nigga phone until it’s gone, until there ain’t no more |
Tales of a black male, tell me something I don’t know |
Legal dealing, guess that’s all on me like my outro |
Word to Boston George I’m selling endo outdoors |
Boy this Biggie Smalls if he was ever signed to Death Row |
Dreamed I talked to Pac and homie told me that I’m next door |
Staring out this project window plotting on a million |
Staring out this project window plotting on a million |
Staring out this project window plotting on a million |
Staring out this project window plotting on a million |
Phips, man what’s happening? |
Photo bagging and cadillac-ing |
I planned, plotted, I strategized and I started stacking |
Man my fall back game so strong I own a patent |
You would swear I wrote a book on this here, and autographed it |
Sincerely, behold a saint in Sin City |
Savvy, and I know where to bank with 10 milli |
Flow like Hannibal, this big business |
And you know where I’m at if you need me, so get with me |
Long gone are the days of I ain’t got it |
Cuz man I grow pounds in my head, it’s all profit |
We on and popping, this is audible narcotics |
And as long as I pack it and ship it they gonna cop it |
My clientel range from digital to hard copies |
Word is born throw it all in the bag like armed robbery |
Lay it down like shag carpet in a deluxe apartment in the sky |
I try to keep my eye on the prize as I… |