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• Artiste: Lil Tjay
• Titre: Project Walls
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Go crazy now Ah-ah, ah, uh Roaches, project walls, dad broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Remember when I was broke Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat Had to finally put up on the dope Never had money, so I got to bank 'em Went dummy, had shit, cop 'em with my notes Freestylin' quotes, came from the bottom It's possible over work with my approach These niggas ghost, stick to the ones who gon' love you for you If not, you're gon' be toast Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke They want my spot, that's why I do the most This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast Still check on the lives and make sure momma proud Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud We sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds Still, I don't know how My fans tell me that they miss me, "Tjay can you drown?" "Please don't play around" "Fuckin' with your sound" "Put on for the town" Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce Pockets larging up, shit, man, I can't frown Thinkin' lil' why you do it for me Know it's many who see it, never go down Roaches, project walls, dad broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('Fore) I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (More, oh) Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (My core) Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (Ooh) Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more Roaches, project walls, dad broke, I seen all Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds I strive for better Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know