Punch (TDE) - A Project Mind lyrics

Ft. Jay Rock & BJ The Chicago Kid (Verse: Punch) Lets go deep inside the mind of a project veteran Raised with nuttin' on the block with his brethren A fifth of hennessy, swisha filled up with medicine Devilish grin, inhale deep, let the devil in Compelling stories between him and his men Feel like a rap cypher 'cept way more liver With intimate details, shades of a great writer Hit a plight of a ghetto survivor Deuce five in his waist, impatiently waitin' Tryna get richer, priors hanging over his head Serving as reminders Aint nothing funny, his stomach turn And his eyes burn, soul on ice so far from Christ, he had to fight Any disagreement, he take flight No thinking twice, anything further and the slugs gon fly Project mind, the choice, his life or mine Thats a very thin line, tell mama I tried Hood got em sprinkling lines, Mary dont get em high Something to justify the stress in his lifetime Like why his lil mama cute face, nice thighs Strip on the side and set n***as up for a time Project bread, baby was three when her daddy died Shot seventeen times and he almost survived Thats where she hang her whole pride Really where she tried to hide All the pain deep inside, the project mind (Verse 2: Jay Rock) Started off flipping on a mattress, pissy Slapboxin wont sock him till he hit me Streetlights come on, runnin through them hallways Dope spots open, sherm heads all day Crackheads speaking with they teeth missin' Pushin shopping carts with cans in em Dope dealers keep pitching, and while she keep b**hin' She at the county building, they cut off her GR How she gonna feed the children?! He got a chip on his shoulder, keep a pistol let his clip show Rob the dice game because he piss poor, all the homies know its him Desperate time equals desperate measures Walk all way when you see is stretchers n***as in the kitchen with the yay tryna stretch it So we can buy Benzs and bag bad b**hes Cause growing up n***as never had riches n***as will die trying to get that cash, k** em (Verse 3: Punch) The project mind is hustle by design Too many spots in the hood set up across state lines Extend the brand, franchise expansion Guerrilla marketing plan, ensure the hoods advancement Groomed in criminology, 'quivalent to a Ph.D Doctorates degree at any Ivy League college Skull and Bone fraternity, or forsaken We promise to gang ban eternally, d**h before dishonor (Verse 4: Jay Rock) n***a respect for your honor, they f** n***as, no condoms My n***a got life for powder, pop shots its problems f** your sign, n***a we rivals Broke n***as is plotting cut-throat conniving Smoke n***as for iron, prey on the weak Predators lurkin', you betta not sleep n***a All red bandanas, we deep n***a Gorillas and the miss bananas be the clips Concrete jungle come and take a trip, the wildlife Wild days and wild nights! National Geographic images captured hazardous High definition camera sh**, if you flash better blast it quick Or be labeled a b**h, n***as is gone, project sh** Yeah, watch the n***a you with the paperwork said he snitch Plug tiles on that relationship (Verse 5: Punch) You could tell a project n***a by the scars on his neck and face Clothesline caught him running from Jake Runaway slave confined to a hundred and eighth Central Compton Avenue to Imperial My pops told me that the saga continues from Milk and cereal to candle light visuals Gangsters turn spiritual prayers never make it past the ceiling Sherm sticks numbs the feelings of the k**ing', thats the ritual Visiting room at capacity Lil homie in critical, he never got a visual On who shot him, him and his mens Same n***as who did is sittin' plottin' they revenge in the hospital Knowing it was him he proceeds to squeeze on the rifle Says 'spark the beef' rifle techs, hollow tips, vest Concrete jungle, tribal wars, survival of the 'jects Ignorance is vexed, welcome to my consciousness (Hook) Well, its the project mind Well, its the project mind Well, its the project mind State of emergency