Living In The Projects Feat. 2
Jay-Rock Lyrics

Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on

Living in the projects doing bad Yes we flat broke
Thinking to myself like gotta get cash yo
So I start hustling serving that clientele
Tryna stay outta jail
Cause momma got 2 jobs she
Working em too hard
Company got her stressing they
Pushing her too far
Been through some hard times
Duckin’ dodging’ them laws
Running from one time with a
Dirty rock in my draws
Now I’m pushing that car, life of a hood star
And when you straight balling now
These hoes wanna call
Thats life in the projects thats
Life in the hood b
And cash rules everything around me
Nothing but killas and dope deals surround g
The ghettos like an ocean trying
Hard not to drown see
Rolling up trees getting high
Til our eyes bleed
Dreams of living good like the Cosbys i be

Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on

Follow me home to my rural apartment
On the east side of Watts
In the niggas in Gardens
The homies outside lifting weights
In the front yard
Body full of tattoos got the hood on his arm
Now he marked for life thats all for stripes
Plus the fiends on my block
Can’t get off the pipe
Old heads at the liquor
Store begging for quarters
Talking bout in 88 he lived
The life of a soldier
Thats life in the projects roaches and rats
Smokers out back selling they
Mamas soul for drugs
Dealers in the hood steady moving that coca
Gotta get that cash no plans of being broka
Neighborhood house parties them thugs
Is showing up gang signs is thrown plus the
Liquor the throwing up
Niggas is drinking and smoking and
They ain’t even old enough

Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on

Living in the projects broke
With no lights on
His momma can’t pay that utility bill
Light up a candle and chill
So he hit the block got his grind on
Homie front him a sack he paid
The bill now them lights on
Spent his last dollar
Scratching lottery tickets
Fresh out the pen tryna stay
Up outta the prison
Streets is calling so he on
The side of the buildings
Hustling rocks tryna provide for his children
The good die young the youth passing away
He was only 16 lost and his life to a stray
Plus the lapd tryna lock us away
Talking about we gang injunction can’t
Hang where we stay thats fucked up ain't it
No perfect picture painted
Yeah the hoods the same dog
But the worlds changing
The ghettos show us love even
Though sometimes it's tainted
Reality you gotta face it the hood
Is what you make it

Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Living in the projects
Broke, with no lights on