Punch - Project Window lyrics

[Hook: Kendrick Lamar] If I die tomorrow my city would come with me now I swear the sky will fall [Verse 1: Punch] Ayo, the sky scorchin', acid rain fallin' from the porches These boys out here peddlin' porcelain to the less fortunate We knee deep in the bride of the four horsemen Can't tell the trees from where the forest is More coffins filled with good lookin' corpses The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard, braveheart cemeteries Seventh grade school picture on the cover of the obituary I wrote it in my scrolls, literary student, a visionary nuisance The voice of the movement, peep out the window, articulate confusion The YG's raise the baby thugs like soldiers Teach ‘em to run spots and throw ‘em from the shoulder Shooters, gun toters, the older ones control them like MK ULTRA Violence, the code of silence, baby girl wylin', she got a thousand problems She do hair and sell dope out of the same housing, she be too busy mouthing In everybody business, the first one to start singing faced with a sentence Section 8 tenants, the black and white buildings, parole violators, government a**istance GR recipients, collect checks and hit licks, [?] they sleeping with two bricks Sold them wholesale to a snitch They caught him on camera, promised him a sweet deal if he flipped Plus they got him with the hammers, gun powder residue That's what I seen out my project window Let it run, Q (Smart ghetto a**) [Hook: Kendrick Lamar] If I die tomorrow my city would come with me now I swear the sky will fall [Verse 2: Punch] It's only fair that I warn ya out in California It ain't safe to wear less than armor But event the night fall when the day break is draped in smog Shorty got longer arms than the law Thinking he could box with God You catch an onslaught even at breakfast, think is hard Pause, yeah, they bake on bake meaning the couch Young n***a shoot back and watch and hit everybody Cause everybody ain't affiliated Whether you active or faking, it's part of the demographic That's what's fueling my hatred for the inner city Blues, this music when them tools clatchin' Kids get to answer questions in their middle school cla**es Can't recite a rap cla**ic verbatim Take 36 ounces, break ‘em down without weighing them We can't pay ‘em the attention crime paying ‘em The ‘jects raise us to raise guns, the day ones When them raids come, just play dumb, don't say nothing Do the bidding, spray and blend in, take the fade Educate yourself, read up on the case 80% time served, 40k flipped the bird Read the terms of your probation He ain't listen, he'd rather kick it with no henchmen Gang conjunction, that's violation, no more smiling faces That's the basis of what's facing the younger generation No more Reaganomics, just Obama's promise Got me sick to my stomach, make me want to vomit A vicious cycle in rotation like the chronic They light the chronic, sip the Henny, load the hollows in the semi Pull it back until it's empty on the enemy That looks like them, self-hatred is a rare gem Get out the water if you can't swim [Outro: Kendrick Lamar] If I die tomorrow my city would come with me now I swear the sky will fall So you can tell ‘em come get me now When are we getting old?