Back to the Project - Banda Black Rio, Flame Killer, God Pt3

A lot of people struggling and make a holdin' on by the spirit they took

I’m living proof, let me tell you the truth

Ain’t no body bullet-proof, head shots just faded

Growing up in the navel of the beast, guns sprayed

Nothing seems to have made me, especially in the 80's

That’s when crack-cocaine went crazy, I was a part of the struggle

Like a starter kid, My revolver spit, Fuck!

About solving things to be the way

Even fist fight let it slide or pop the heat, Ain't nobody stopping me (Nobody!)

My Philosophy, Over-Achieving is seen through fresh property

It’s something like photography, Take a picture cuz this might be the last time

You see a g nigga cross state lines, Daily that won’t be complete

Till I check-check every, catch me in my zone Overseas

How we do this for ease, Detect the

So-So many, That the retire free

On my mark, Nigga !