Punchy, Kendrick Lamar - Project Window lyrics
Kendrick Lamarс [Duckworth] Compton, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Punchy, Kendrick Lamar - Project Window lyrics]
If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
Ayo, the sky scorchin’
Acid rain fallin’ from the porches
These boys out here peddlin’ porcelain
To the less fortunate
We knee deep in the bride
Of the four horsemen
Can’t tell the trees from where the forest is
More coffins filled with good lookin’ corpses
The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard
Braveheart cemeteries
Seventh grade school picture on the
Cover of the obituary
I wrote it in my scrolls, literary student
A visionary nuisance
The voice of the movement
Peep out the window, articulate confusion
The YG's raise the baby thugs like soldiers
Teach ‘em to run spots and
Throw ‘em from the shoulder
Shooters, gun toters
The older ones control them like MK ULTRA
Violence, the code of silence
Baby girl wylin’
She got a thousand problems
She do hair and sell dope
Out of the same housing
She be too busy mouthing
In everybody business
The first one to start singing
Faced with a sentence
Section 8 tenants, the black and
White buildings, parole violators
Government assistance
GR recipients, collect checks and hit licks
They sleeping with two bricks
Sold them wholesale to a snitch
They caught him on camera
Promised him a sweet deal if he flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers
Gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q (Smart ghetto ass)
If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
It’s only fair that I warn
Ya out in California
It ain’t safe to wear less than armor
But event the night fall when the
Day break is draped in smog
Shorty got longer arms than the law
Thinking he could box with God
You catch an onslaught even at breakfast
Think is hard pause, yeah
They bake on bake meaning the couch
Young nigga shoot back and
Watch and hit everybody
Cause everybody ain’t affiliated
Whether you active or faking
It’s part of the demographic
That’s what’s fueling my hatred
For the inner city
Blues, this music when them tools clatchin’
Kids get to answer questions in
Their middle school classes
Can’t recite a rap classic verbatim
Take 36 ounces
Break ‘em down without weighing them
We can’t pay ‘em the
Attention crime paying ‘em
The ‘jects raise us to raise guns
The day ones
When them raids come, just play dumb
Don’t say nothing
Do the bidding, spray and blend in
Take the fade
Educate yourself, read up on the case
80% time served, 40k flipped the bird
Read the terms of your probation
He ain’t listen
He’d rather kick it with no henchmen
Gang conjunction, that’s violation
No more smiling faces
That’s the basis of what’s
Facing the younger generation
No more Reaganomics, just Obama’s promise
Got me sick to my stomach
Make me want to vomit
A vicious cycle in rotation like the chronic
They light the chronic, sip the Henny
Load the hollows in the semi
Pull it back until it’s empty on the enemy
That looks like them
Self hatred is a rare gem
Get out the water if you can’t swim
If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
So you can tell ‘em come get me now
When are we getting old?
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
Ayo, the sky scorchin’
Acid rain fallin’ from the porches
These boys out here peddlin’ porcelain
To the less fortunate
We knee deep in the bride
Of the four horsemen
Can’t tell the trees from where the forest is
More coffins filled with good lookin’ corpses
The Nickerson Gardens is like a graveyard
Braveheart cemeteries
Seventh grade school picture on the
Cover of the obituary
I wrote it in my scrolls, literary student
A visionary nuisance
The voice of the movement
Peep out the window, articulate confusion
The YG's raise the baby thugs like soldiers
Teach ‘em to run spots and
Throw ‘em from the shoulder
Shooters, gun toters
The older ones control them like MK ULTRA
Violence, the code of silence
Baby girl wylin’
She got a thousand problems
She do hair and sell dope
Out of the same housing
She be too busy mouthing
In everybody business
The first one to start singing
Faced with a sentence
Section 8 tenants, the black and
White buildings, parole violators
Government assistance
GR recipients, collect checks and hit licks
They sleeping with two bricks
Sold them wholesale to a snitch
They caught him on camera
Promised him a sweet deal if he flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers
Gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q (Smart ghetto ass)
If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
It’s only fair that I warn
Ya out in California
It ain’t safe to wear less than armor
But event the night fall when the
Day break is draped in smog
Shorty got longer arms than the law
Thinking he could box with God
You catch an onslaught even at breakfast
Think is hard pause, yeah
They bake on bake meaning the couch
Young nigga shoot back and
Watch and hit everybody
Cause everybody ain’t affiliated
Whether you active or faking
It’s part of the demographic
That’s what’s fueling my hatred
For the inner city
Blues, this music when them tools clatchin’
Kids get to answer questions in
Their middle school classes
Can’t recite a rap classic verbatim
Take 36 ounces
Break ‘em down without weighing them
We can’t pay ‘em the
Attention crime paying ‘em
The ‘jects raise us to raise guns
The day ones
When them raids come, just play dumb
Don’t say nothing
Do the bidding, spray and blend in
Take the fade
Educate yourself, read up on the case
80% time served, 40k flipped the bird
Read the terms of your probation
He ain’t listen
He’d rather kick it with no henchmen
Gang conjunction, that’s violation
No more smiling faces
That’s the basis of what’s
Facing the younger generation
No more Reaganomics, just Obama’s promise
Got me sick to my stomach
Make me want to vomit
A vicious cycle in rotation like the chronic
They light the chronic, sip the Henny
Load the hollows in the semi
Pull it back until it’s empty on the enemy
That looks like them
Self hatred is a rare gem
Get out the water if you can’t swim
If I die tomorrow my city
Would come with me now
I swear the sky will fall
So you can tell ‘em come get me now
When are we getting old?