Project Windows - Young Roddy, Nesby Phips

And I could show you how to mack a bitch

Show you how to bag a brick

Boy I came from rags to riches, nigga I’m a mathematician

Hell ain’t too far from here, it’s hard as hell to make it here

If I make it out of here then I can make it anywhere

Momma worked 2 jobs, my brother doing 7 years

Boy them crackers done him wrong

Man that made me shed a tear

Momma she didn’t have no car, my granny drove a cavalier

They always told me «play my role», the strongest women that I know

Fast money, brown bag money started out broke

Then I started smoking weed, next I started slanging dope

Ring a nigga phone until it’s gone, until there ain’t no more

Tales of a black male, tell me something I don’t know

Legal dealing, guess that’s all on me like my outro

Word to Boston George I’m selling endo outdoors

Boy this Biggie Smalls if he was ever signed to Death Row

Dreamed I talked to Pac and homie told me that I’m next door

Staring out this project window plotting on a million

Staring out this project window plotting on a million

Staring out this project window plotting on a million

Staring out this project window plotting on a million

Phips, man what’s happening?

Photo bagging and cadillac-ing

I planned, plotted, I strategized and I started stacking

Man my fall back game so strong I own a patent

You would swear I wrote a book on this here, and autographed it

Sincerely, behold a saint in Sin City

Savvy, and I know where to bank with 10 milli

Flow like Hannibal, this big business

And you know where I’m at if you need me, so get with me

Long gone are the days of I ain’t got it

Cuz man I grow pounds in my head, it’s all profit

We on and popping, this is audible narcotics

And as long as I pack it and ship it they gonna cop it

My clientel range from digital to hard copies

Word is born throw it all in the bag like armed robbery

Lay it down like shag carpet in a deluxe apartment in the sky

I try to keep my eye on the prize as I…