Project Walls (feat. NBA Youngboy)

Lil Tjay

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    Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
    Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know

    Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I've 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

    'Member when I was broke
    Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat
    Probably fried or put up on the dope
    Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy
    Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes
    Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach
    These niggas ghosts
    Stick to the ones that 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 from the dome, sometimes, I turn to wrong
    But I can't leave it 'lone, it got me coast to coast
    Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud
    We clearin' two-hundred fifty, rolling loud
    Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds
    Still, I don't know how
    My fans tell me they miss me, Tjay, can you drown?
    Please don't play around
    Focus on your sound, put on for the towns
    Tryna reach places I can't pronounce
    Pockets clutchin', been up, I can't frown
    Thank you, lord, why you do it for me?
    Know it's many you see, they like never go down

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    Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I've 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've seen that before ('fore)
    I'm so gone, on God, eyes don't cry no more (more, oh)
    Fake shit tear me down, all the way to my core (my core)
    Play for the second time around, no, I don't need that ho
    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 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 saw me down, I've seen that before
    I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more

    Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I've 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

    Song details

    Composition: Russian, Lil Tjay, Daniel Way, Declan Roberts, and Oswaldo Jose Rangel Paternina

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