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Project X
L1 the Producer
(Intro: M3)
Free Unknown man It's M3, you get me
The borough without me free all the (?)
Livewires only
Ay, madting, dun know big man ting, get me
All in a day, L (?)

(Verse 1: M24)
Seeing hella man run with their Migos, when we Take-off (uh-uh)
I got bagged again (not again) for that block that got taped off
Where he got (uh) I still bake off
Any bookey whips, they get chased off
Body looks ten-ten, but her face too came off
Nigerian gyal, thick from Lagos, my yardie one don't wear makeup
Hood celeb' now I'm famous, they can takе this down, but they won't tame us
I'm still gonna talk more wa** again, that's thе life I live
And I'm still gonna f**k up the track again, ay DJ pull that sh*t
Real-life, real spit, on the block with Slap and Stizz
Only facts, I spit, in the ride with Jay and Bis
You don't wanna see man skrr and skid, If only they knew the dirt we did
I just don't speak, I swing my flicks

(Verse 2: Stickz)
I did it before, As sure as they've f**king seen it
The mandem got him before and got him again, it's a f**king remix
Didn't get the message before, we send it again 'til you receive it
Neeks get dealt with immediate, slap and attack I ain't got to repeat it
I'm gang and they know this, man just squeeze at whoever gets closest
If they knew what we had in the motors, they can't afford not to Focus (Muhh)
Not chains for chokers, I'm in the T like a f**king mocha (What you mean?)
Jump out on a joker, make him meet with this elegant poker
Ain't got to respect it, love your soul 'fore we come and collect it
The hole looks more than an entrance, but it was way more peak on the exit
Still put d**k in my exes, line phone ring, I ain't setting up Texas
Know that the mandem reckless, opps get carried out lying on stretchers
(Verse 3: Grizzy)
Come to your block with the windows down, we ain't nothing like you
I don't know whose son I'm smoking, but the side ting want some of my zoot
This wap can't come in my room, flick shank, got blood on my shoes
I remember days being broke with a loaded skeng thinking what I might do
If I just found another wap ting, throw a hundred at you
Could you put in, if you won't bang, could you buy a tool
Donny got slapped with loads of pebs even though the dots holds two
Hop out the hoop, real juice talking, hop out the room
Even though I smoke a lot still run a boy down like I'm gonna be late
Running with the thing on me, someone's son ain't gonna be safe
Heard that ting was a bad b back in the day, now she wanna be bae
Man can't tell me about jumping lines, please get the f**k out my face

(Verse 4: M Dargg)
If I say it, I'll do it in person
Corn in the crowd, dispersing
Gang, make man start hurdling
I heard they think I've chased no person
Foreign cars German
Early, late swerving
Place of corn, serving
You can take an L from this L, you ain't learning
Di-di-dip man just mop man up (Dip) like this scene's slippery
Everybody tries to claim they were bad back when? We don't believe in the history
Beef, man pull up season non-vegans
You f**k with them man smoke for that reason
New pack, that's victory
For the jakes, that's a mystery (Hm)
L1 The Producer

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