Kodak Black - Heart of the Projects lyrics

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Kodak Black - Heart of the Projects lyrics

[Intro] I'm stuck right now, I'm on my back right now And then I see you, all f**ed up and sh** You know heart problems, surgery and sh** I'm the oxygen and sh** (This temptation sh** crazy though) Shut up and take that deep knee [Hook] I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke Over here it ain't no comedy, nah it ain't no joke We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope Never choke, young n***a sellin' dope Young n***a smokin' poe Kickin' door, jumped right out the post Ready to cut your throat Ready to let em go Project baby, youngin' on the stroll Sellin' coke, stressin', man we broke Doctor check my pulse [Verse 1] In this a cold world It's an icebox that's where my heart beat I'm the last hope for my hood, I'm they heart beat I ain't tryna flat line, they won't live without me Golden acre boy free my n***a Greg Roundtree n***as played me dirty b**hes played me dirty Your n***as and your b**hes, they'll leave you hurtin' I just want a better life, I know I deserve it The hood on life support and it's real urgent And I'm f**ed up bad, I need a real surgeon Why they do ya boy bad? I'm a good person I'm the one who gon' ride out like a derby If you my n***a imma slide out with you lurkin' Dye your nose, paranoia I be gettin' nervous Had to wait the fourth quarter, I ain't have a jersey n***as dying everyday can't behave they self Before you jump off the porch n***a take a step (n***a slow down) I was just a litttle boy, had to raise myself I was movin' too fast, had to pace myself Paper chasin for that cash tryna race myself You know a n***a like to spaz, had to take a breath Sometimes I think I'm too much for myself And I done cost a lot of hurt to my health It'll make a n***a cry, all the pain I felt While everybody fold up, I remain myself [Hook] I'm the heart of the projects, hope I don't stroke Over here we live in poverty, everybody broke Over here it ain't no comedy, nah it ain't no joke We just tryna make it out of it, they hanging us for rope Never choke, young n***a sellin' dope Young n***a smokin' poe Kickin' door, jumped right out the post Ready to cut your throat Ready to let em go Project baby, youngin' on the stroll Sellin' coke, stressin, man we poor Doctor check my flow