Survival in the Projects: A Tale of Risk, Resilience, and Rhymes

I risked my life so many times
and I ain’t died yet. I really saw white in a white tee.
A 5 X. Only white boy hunting deep in any projects.
I’m out there shooting dice with the killers.
Don’t make no side bets. Look,
if that bitch said I ain’t handsome,
get her eyes checked. Died from a stomach shot.
That’s kind of hard to digest.
Damn. Ask about me for you.
Rap about me before they catch you with your boo
and let it clap about me. Look, fuck a
last born like I’m back to fount.
It’s accordingly no matter who send them.
And nah, we don’t do mentions.
I rather send a few henchmen.
Barely in my prime and still I’m rhyming ill. Pacific Ocean.
How I make your white vagina feel.
Speed takes with this. It’s a different kind of thrill.
I’m about my dollar, dollar,
dollar bills. I got a lot of those Irish for the