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The only way to make it out is rapping I can't foul out yeah
I'm just a nigga from the projects but now I'm growing up
I'm just tryna see
Broward but I rep the whole tri county
Always keep some real ones dawg and they gon die by me
You gotta make it different with a greater purpose
Make sure
From the dirty but I came out clean
Let the thirty hang out of the jeans
Got it how could you not feed yo team
Out the Projects I'm locked in with
a chance
Gambling, whatchu gon' do when it's
Time to feed your family?
You gon' go handle it by gambling
We gambling, ayy, gambling
Gambling, gambling, ayy,
(yeah), yeah
Got the money in a headlock, big dog
Every time we hit the red lights, just shine
It ain't nothin' but a good day, don't die
They ain't
Forever rated never outdated
R.F to your projects from Drew Ham to Sudan
When we clap we don't even need two hands
More money more murder more
gotta be honest
I wish I could take it but now they don't want it
They all wanna hate cause I'm making this money
Now I gotta get it, like I hit the lotto
of the team
See niggas feared Prince and respected Preme
For all you slow muthafuckas I'm a break it down iller
See Preme was a business man and Prince was
the heat
Patience key
Im making
Greatness moves
Like
Pat Riley in 03
Woo
Money ain't sleep
Gotta eat
Woo
All of these hits
Swear I feel like Ken
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord
Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord
You bout to get it from
and make 'em hit the trunk (ho')
I'm Project Pat, can't keep no eyes, gorilla-pimp that ho'
I gorilla-pimp my dope, uh, sweet, uh, pour
Uh, blicks, uh
Gbx
Nouvel dimansyon 160
Fricky fricky epi plat men
Gen lontan map swiv yon wout sanm pat deplase
M te rete nan yon limit sanm pat depase
Game lan
did it again
Again I did A lick a did
Brothers all dumb
Like they ain’t got no sense
Brothers the shooter didn’t pay for the hit
If I do send a hit then
drugs no weak shit
Hit the plug every week yea
Thumb in it now she tweaking
Got to finish strong no weak ends
Yup
Met em by the poolside
Said her name Ava
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
niggas think it's close
When they all in 2nd place uh
Day by day
PROJECTCXDY on the stage gone
(Chorus - Project105)
Stop the show and we gone pop it
I'm
(dog in the hood)
That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave)
By his fuckin' self and be good (good)
Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my
to hit the bare guts
It ain't his birthday, I'm the reason he got his hair cut
Turned on by my stank walk, now he can't talk
But I'm a give him what he
Bumping everything from project pat to dealer
It's truly disgusting the amount of money that we gross
Coast to coast, nationwide tour, then we hit the world
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
then pass it back to Pat and Trice
Every town and city we go to, they already know
We don't need no menu homey we just get these hoes to go
Get them
Okay, yeah
Shit sound like some project pat type shit
Okay this how I'm a start this junt off
Okay yeah yeah yeah
He got That
Gawk gawk
Told them
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