Lyrics:
mouth
Coming out your mouth
Project your confidence, when you don’t even know
What it is, you’re trying to get by
Those who believe you, are certain
Keep yo hands up out my pockets
Cause I'm shooting now
Got to keep niggas in check
Watch how I do it now
We don't live by rules
We shoot in
hoping
When I write it's like my therapy and helping me be open
If it wasn't for the music, I'm not sure if I'd be coping
That's a fact. But even this has
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
c pat on the head
that they take for audience laughter
c lot of “sir”s in the soup
c lot of speed
Treaty ink stained teeth
write themselves a grin
Atlantic-Richfield
Writes his check
Pats him on the back
And he's
Bound just to drag that ball and chain
Bound just to drag that ball and chain
His mama don't cut this
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride
We made a project in
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
fucking brain without lead projectiles,
Bled when I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since I'm broke I take the risk, forced
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard,
It's 2021, and I ain't kicking it with no new niggas
And by the way I named this project "ICEYLATED"
Because I'm staying away from suckers
I'm who
HOOK:
Nigga I get this money that work move by word of mouth/What's beef like with me nigga fuck around & find out/These heauxes crawlin all on me
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
give a silly nod
To early am hustlers on the block who pretend to be
Unnerved from their actions Jack felt better them than me
Now he's check to check
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
Five bands in all blues, that's a light pack.
Call me Telle Hefner, text her she gone write back.
They see me balling, now they tryna come right
Hate is the new love nigga don't be blind by it
Third eye open you can see that is right by you
Jealousy in the heart causing they soul to riot
Hate
Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word, we got the sound
Let me know when the break's coming in
Nah,
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
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