[Intro]

Project X

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[Verse 1: KO]

Where I'm from, we race to the grands, they pree

Could've been rap back then

Now if I wear this mask, it's street

Probably looking suttin' for free

Or looking for smoke, ain't come to bun weed

They get caught, we ain't hearing no please

They want me in court, that's hearings and pleas

I want a medal or award at least

So we send lead and try bore their team

Used to make bread off of pebs or green

Tryna rap now and get more from streams

Puttin' racks down, invest in heat

They put cash into gyal to impress and beat

If there's waps out and jakes on scene

It ain't a game no more, there's a need for speed

[Verse 2: Jimmy]

Where I'm from, angles bent like Beckham

Serve like tennis, drugs like a chemist

Ran through the entrance, cut through the exit

Get fried like Tennessee

And the birds come hotter than Memphis

If gang slide, that's first degree

Left in a state, holes large like Texas

Bro-bro hopped out the whip

Big man dash, hit the pave' so fast

Certain man come like Kevin

Becah they're jokes and I swear they ain't got no heart

Little bro baits with his Sammy

You can tell by his stance

I'm Jim, not Carey, I'm looking for green if I wear this mask

[Verse 3: V9]

Where I'm from, they call me the Homerton Sensei

Samurai stance, show man devilish

Swing Bankai, now my sword looking hellish

Show my young boy how to grip and swing this

Send him over there to do chingings

Nine gang hated like chitlins

We do drillings and keep it hidden

Gang flip scripts 'cause this shit ain't written

Grip on a Smithen and fry man like chicken

Dip him, sauce him up, lemon chicken

This shank ain't dry, Lil Baby, it's drippin'

Treat the opps like Henny and chase

And we cover faces and feed man shavings

Swing this one like I'm playing cricket

Rip this one like K when I'm gripping

[Verse 4: KO]

Back roads or the mains

Lurk charged up 'til we pull out his plugs

YG's work with blades, have so much fun

Cah they're young and they're thugs

How many times did we circle?

Two arms up, we ain't giving 'em hugs

Running away, he needs air in internals

Bet it won't help if we give him this pump

Wanna show off and stunt

We show up, shutdown, show done

Still tryna put a hole in one

Golf club pole, gotta swing this gun

Bro plays with Harry and 'caine like Son

Wish I could say that they make the same funds

Bro got his filled like Grant

We chasing things, get raise like rum

[Verse 5: Jimmy]

Back road, just me and my blower

Come like I can't find my home

Because of this Lyca sim

Grab me a box, ain't getting in the ring

I get rid of weight, no lipo ting

Gang's on things, that's Rambz on hips

I'm in and out like the bailiffs

No patience, straight cash man's taking

Grams a pans, that's the basics

Still watching out for them neighbours

I'm serving grub like a waitress

Bro-bro called off a tech', he's vexed

He said he try shave him

He's fisting man up, leaving man drunk

Must feel like they're wasted

Gyal lost a boo, should've see man's faces

[Verse 6: V9]

Back road doing up Jeepers Creepers

Pick your bitches and get away from this demon

Use squirts like it's holy water

He's a bad yute so of course it burned him

Stop, pause it, observe, squirt him

This beef ain't been concerning

Do man up and return him

Young boy done good, you deserve this

And I love when the ding-dong skidding

Back out my Rambo knife and go crashing

I don't care if it's rod, I'm still going fishing

He's missing when I flipping rip it

Shitden, should've stayed home with your missus

They keep it hidden in sands like Gaara

Whack that can, feel that pain

Grab the dot-dot and blow man's brain

[Outro: Unknown T]

It's Unknown, you get me?

Feds got me segregated from my Niners in the wok house

It's nuttin' though

My nigga KO shuttin' down the streets, you get me?

Homerton, gangway

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