Lyrics:
huffing hella smoke
Sho'nuff number one, two, three and four
Outro
D O U G H B O I
Stay fresh from head to toe
I got the GLOW you know im so fly
Pockets
fappy fapping
And got fucked by Bill and Mandy
No help from Grim, but a lending hand from Pat and Sandy
Eli Manning tried to save her, but got stopped by
shots
Communist cops, H&R Block's, with taxes
Bank money's all controlled by these Roman-Catholic's
Secret symbols of the Red Dragon, as the Phoenix
Can't be, Stuck on this, Infinite
Let me, Utilize, New tech, Goodies
Short cutting, This working, Mission
So by Christmas, I'll be finished, And winning
could make a young lady scream
By makin' musical sounds with my mounth(listen)
So I tried it at a party
And people didn't know it was me
And when
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
shallow (You liars)
So are your actions
Matter of fact
I’m back to react (Hello)
Sack is a cap
Pat on the back
Hackin' a Shaq
I’m padding the stats
Don’t
straight outa the trunk
She a queen so I'm crowning her up
She told me she don't like the taste so she chase that
Run through her like H-backs, I state
of fortune winner, Pat Sajak
2018 my raincheck (ooh)
2019 no reign yet (yeah)
2020 win, money rolls in XXL last year, bitch I called that (bitch)
Like I
it comes to nightmare I'm nothing but a dud
So what are the results of that this whole school thing is whack
Pulling up in my Pontiac
And by the way it
gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these
gang, get his what it is
Last but not least, it's H.A. Dub
Buckshot slugs, you covered in blood
Feel me cuz, or get drug in the mud
By these
The Chi-Town, (bitch I'm thuggin')
And my Boston crowd, (bitch I'm thuggin')
In my projects hustling, watching niggas cooking
Steady serving, informants
forcing me to ignite then travel
Through the barrel, headed for the light
At the end of a tunnel, with no specific target in sight
Slow the flow like H
streets
Homeless mothers hurt
So it's F.a.H
Dis shyt more than jes a shirt
Gotta make it better
Or we make it worse
When u got a gift
It's like a blessing
(Naw man, really yo, don't worry Will C dawg, ya, we allow that)
What's ill about rap is long as you got the gift
And you spit your lyrics down pat, you
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores
Life is so boring project theirs onto yours
Hear the anthems of the pepsi generation
See
Project Pat Please Tell These Motherfuckers How I'm Feelin
I'm so Harlem east side factos
10th street in my projects in the back though
Packing a Mack in the stairway to hell
You from New York but I'm
chalky lines
A lil bit of h that's fine
Strapped with chromy nine
Incase they want take what's mine
I can not dig your mine not into snitching or lying
vertical, and side to side
First of all, fuck your memes, fuck your Tik Tok
You grew up by the lake and skipped rocks, most of my niggas pitched rocks
So kick
in a dogfight
Shooters knock the bulb out your nightlight
Nigga, I'm the illest, that's in real life
Boy, you better chill, don't get gassed by
naturally
It's like Texas Roadhouse
It's nuts how I'm going on this flow so nastily
God talking to me, you know faith without work is a casualty
Too blessed
Check it,
I set it off by lettin' ya know I can flow to many beats
Similar to groove so freely
People say I'm gettin' kinda greedy,
but so what,
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