Piped in the Projects

[Chorus: VL Deck]
If killin was a talent, I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport, I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies
If killin was a talent, I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport, I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies

[Verse 1: VL Deck]
Body count; big score
Only seven but seein six or more
I’m talkin brains on the front porch
Gang signing never seen the lord
We took rifles for the warden
He know I’m to that slime
Nigga trappin for a shine
You caught lackin then you dyin
They tote rifles ain’t no ones
Ain’t never seen no dons
Celebrate went and catch a homi
It was get back for his partna
Where I’m from don’t care about bodies
Ain’t no options it’s just poverty
Prayers up for Sosa
Grave yard talk it told me punish
In my sheet won’t see me coming
Codeine drinkin don’t see sinus
Sixty sprint, it’s perfect timing
I go big when come to divin
VL white they so surprisin
Vice versa still a giant

[Chorus: VL Deck]
If killin was a talent, I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport, I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies
If killin was a talent I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies

[Verse 2: Skipp]
Bitch I’m a champ
Bitch I’m a pro
I want some money
Don’t care bout a hoe
If the opps come outside
Imma go up the score
30 some shots
Imma let em all blow
I got money but I used to steal out the store
I’ll risk it all if you think I’m a hoe
I’ll never change I got love for my bros
We don’t gotta rap
We can make it off dope
I keep equipment I’m stuck on the field
I was dead broke
Yeah, I know how it feel
Don’t play around me boy
You know what it is
Run up on me you get popped like a pill
Better pray that I miss
Imma shoot for the kill
This shit for real
This ain’t a drill
And it is what it is
Nigga, fuck how you feel
Put my faith in this Glock
Cause he gone keep it real
I gotta bag like I’m going to school
Drugs in my body
Got me feelin cool
I hop out the car know I’m bringin that tool
My mama know she ain’t raise no fool
I gotta bag like Im going to school
Drugs in my body
Got me feelin cool
I hop out the car know I’m bringin that tool
My mama know she ain’t raise no fool

[Chorus: VL Deck]
If killin was a talent, I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport, I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies
If killin was a talent, I’m a master
If drug dealin was a sport, I’m a champion
Prostitution been a hobby
I can rob and go to college
You a legend you got bodies