Tommyx7 - Project Rejectz

Bitch, I had my granddad, I did not have Uncle Phil
We ain't have no playgrounds, nigga we played in them fields
Feel like Major Payne because I'm giving niggas drills
I'm so sick of all you niggas, that's why my name Ill

Tommy be too lit
Rip up your flower, dehydrate your tulip
She wanna fuck me, I just want the two lips
Lookin' at Tommy like "what the fuck, who this?"
I'm a young nigga and you a young nigga
But I got the money and you ain't got money
So, um, who the fuck do you think that they are choosing?
Don't wanna do it, but might have to use it
My pockets sticky, the money I glue it
Top of the mountain like my name was Nike, I turn around and just do it
Niggas be calling my phone, I'm like "who this?"
I'm always chillin, it's never some new shit
I'm hanging with niggas with Glocks and toolies
I hang with some bitches that really be shooting
I got a bitch that'll take your lil' nigga if that lil' nigga be flexing
She'll take him back to the telly and throw him down like that nigga was wrestling
She said "get ready, I'ma go change, then I'ma give your ass a blessing"
Little do he know what's in store for him, that boy bout to get taught a lesson
Then she come out with a Glock .nine
Then his eyes rise, now that nigga, he be stressing
She said "Go fuck with that nigga Johnny cause Tommy is not the one you should be testing"
"You just been plotting on Tommy right from the beginning, lil' nigga you been manifesting"
"And since you been sleeping on Tommy, well um, I'm gonna put you to rest, yeah"
Bang, bang, bang
Three shots to his brain, brain, brain
Should've stayed in your lane, lane, lane
That's what you get for thinking that Tommy was a lame, lame, lame

Grew up in the projects where they taught kill or be killed
Grew up in the projects where a couple niggas real
Niggas hating on Ill Tommy, nigga what's the deal?
Niggas mad I'm doing shows without a fuckin' deal
Bitch, I had my granddad, I did not have Uncle Phil
We ain't have no playgrounds, nigga we played in them fields
Feel like Major Payne because I'm giving niggas drills
I'm so sick of all you niggas, that's why my name Ill

Sometimes I be thinking why these niggas, they want war with me
My life is so guaranteed, that's my extended warranty
I can't fuck with bitches, they just wanna scrape the floor with me
So I'm balling hard like I'm Kobe, you bitches can't score on me
Please do not text my phone because you see that I'm all online
I don't want your boyfriend texting my phone because you all on mine
If I text that boy right back I'm gonna tell him that you mine
Turned you all around, I gave you rockstar dick I'm all in my prime
Having all these memories, I still got lemon with that lime
That boy talking shit, say it to my face, look in my eyes
Project babies run up in your crib with no mask, no disguise
Skating on these niggas, bombing hills like Marty McFly

Written by:
Thomas James

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