"The Peejaays" lyrics

To the Projects
Going back, back to the projects
To the Projects
Going back, back to the projects
Going back, back to the projects
To the projects

I'ma get this thing jumpin' like mosh pit
Mush a hater, can't phase and can't stop this
Look at how I prevail through the obstacles
With my morals intake like a sharp pick
Had to cut through the noise like a chopstick
Tunnel vision, just mission and profits
I'm aligned with my goals, it ain't optional
My endeavors are blessed by my concious

Yard fights with the homies I like
Gun shots at the ones I don't
Corners with the liquor, old niggas that smoke joints
Meal ticket, eight quarters for a nugget and fries
Disease in our colon, hear the bass from the ride
Going back, back to the projects
Summer time hanging on the steps outside
Dappin' up the passer-byers, they the homies
Poker faces like Tony
Niggas boo hoo without a Ghostface, lost money
Crackheads lose teeth but the wisdom still on 'em
Five percenters on the corner asking:
"What's the math?" this morning
Look at sis, fly as fuck
For another white brand to run-way with it
Ghetto shit, we fabulous, they steal from us
The Projects' a project they studying, still exterminating
Still tryna understand why we ain't exterminated
This melanin gold, rich, protected
This is God's complexion
This is God projected, Light
The Peejaays are the people with skin color the same as night