Prxoject Apesh** - 8 Track lyrics

[Verse 1: Prxoject] Bumping Game, 50 Cent way back With the silver CD Player on my lap When rap was just at its peak to me When real rappers fought over they' own beef Guess we ain't all our own saviors Praying that Jesus died for a f**in' reason But we gotta keep our head up, break up nothing like make ups Period 1 since that day has been my fate, f** Now I pop a pill and try'n forget the friends that we were I give myself happiness I know I don't deserve Staying on the ground for as long as I can Cuz once I light up again, that's another f**ing sin OTB/OTF/XO and you know we here, Project [Verse 2: Prxoject] This beat go way back, old school on the 8 Track Gettin' payed for sure about that I'm on my own sh**, staying laid back All this sneak dissing hope you buy in bulk Pointy eared n***a R.I.P Spock,Reminisce over them future flings Ahead of my time like technology Running from cops speed, back to the first track Yellin' sloppy, you don't wanna get caught up Standin on the wrong corner get shot up First rap to slow, speeding on this sh** like blow,no mic needed Money over everything, got my homies hamster feeding This some real rookie sh** if you want it Steamy on the beat like George Foreman