Lyrics:
of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin' my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters scream, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin' money by the boat
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?
[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
areas and times in our life
But my time as a young boy growing up with my family, reinforced by vast wealth
Indulgence, and excessive comfort
The Bakunawa
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
and we like to cross
Who's the boss is the man
Standing round the chock line
Growin old with his wife and
Kids didn't do time (Project Pat)
Keep a trick
been successful
And this sounding like some old project pat
This beat just so catchy
If I fell out of love right now
I know a bitch that's gone catch me
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
Old habit die hard huh
Disrespect will not be disregarded partna
You cross dat line I'm goin' off bout mine
Man woman and child, no exception homeboy
it?
They praying and begging to stop it
Walk in the building
Breaking some necks when they watching
Got habits of changing the topics
I was upset
Sick
I got some habits that need breaking, staying up late, smoking, drinking you know the basics
Tired of being basic and all the fake shit fuck I can’t
and check on me girl I can do bad all by myself
Fuck her
Old bae left bet I never need another
Catch me in the grave before you catch me with lover
How you
I'm a DIY project
I'm trying my best
Got some habits need breaking here's my confession
I'm consumed by my fears which result in aggression
When I
I'm reppin'? 10th Street, 12th Street, Vernon Family
And that's word to Yammy, yeah
Deep roots, I ain't have to fake it yet
Old solid tree branches
there wouldn't be no pageant
Wouldn't miss America, ex-pat it
No next gadget, start up patent
Ads get smart, it's target practice
Our demographics
I got them rocks to get you high but you twenty short
A newport is all I can give ya' player
So push on project pat ain't no perpetrater
endeavors
I'm winging shit but all my friends
Swear I'm so cool and clever
I'm feeling all this pressure
Diamonds are made by pressure
But I'm not one in
Easier than putting the work
Some report but its
Easier than who records
Who projects
Do more than who's acting
Protecting still
harder than giving
Up,
breaking bad
Old habits can drive you mad
Just because you're not looking
Doesn't mean it's not there
I know you may hate me, but it's for the best
No one
Pats, here's your wish
Dish like Magic, rock out like Lenny Kravitz
Kicked a couple bad habits now I'm back like B-Rabbit
Tryna live lavish, I'm spicy
breath of creation
Remembering old deception
Censored!
Project!
Censored!
Project!
The wounds created by the flesh
Seem to be occulted by all of us
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
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