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We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump
after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time
eloquent penmanship, chrysalis, finally blooming and popping like blemishes
All you project pat niggas been talkin that chicken shit
Lil Bitch I need
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands, I'ma buy that coupe
Got 'em on my drip, tryna see what I do
Every time I set a trend, they
a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody,
Yeah you know we gotta eat
Hot like the Miami Heat
You know Ima rock beat
You know we bout it let’s go
And you know we got the trees
My shit is
Chris, Kippes, Dallas, Norm & Pat
Never forgotten, never that
Caught you slippin' now your ass
In the scope, shit parasitic
And your ass is just a host
Richie
Who, by the way, was a Commodore
One time she gave mouth-to-mouth to a snaggle-tooth boar
Who couldn't breathe right since the Vietnam War
Then
supporter and critic
Time flies but only if you give up and let it
I've been locked in a committed I'm a be gone for a minute
Look what I did by myself look
ends
I want to roll in a benz Let my chain blow in the wind
Now im on the struggle But i'm still on a hustle
We grew up in the projects That's that
While I'm on my way to business
In a coupe with a chicken goof
Bumpin Project Pat
Drinking goose
I cant eat a rat
Chicken aint that bad
Hit up Coop for
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
upcoming projects, yes
In the projects so fucking driven
No time to be given or forgiven
Need to stay out of prison
The high route is where I plan
I'm going with out the map on
I don't care if it was Christmas time nor Halloween still ain't got my sack shown
I can tell you ain't my kind by the way
Used to have no food to eat
Every time I had crocs on my feet
Same boy who was out the mud
I ain't even got a place to sleep
So I traded my sleep for
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
was blind
I hit the L, then we yell out
"It wasn't my time!"
I loaded up shells, one by one
You smelled blunt from my room door
Little Nasir was at war
pills and lean
No role models we was products of the typa shit we seen
Senior year we was in it for real started riding wit the heat
By the time we
Yo Doogie let's hit this OFF yo
Aiyyo check this
Aiyyo Rob Sutton hit the button!
Hah! Yeah
You know time is it (3X)
Check it check it check it out
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
or you hate me
Story's about Jabar
Who goes by the name of oje
Through the best of times through the worst of times
These are the life and times
So smoke
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