Lyrics:
if the fame don't last me forever (Forever)
I been hoping that the pros outweigh the concepts (Away)
I call her Hannah Alabama
(Alabama)
Said she tryna
know this project is far from perfect
In relation to how I'm far from perfect as a person
But I'm hoping by the end of this project you get to know me
with nothin, y'all be frontin
Me give my heart to a woman?
Not for nothin, never happen
I'll be forever mackin
Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion
[DJ Paul, Project Pat, Juicy J. (Chorus x4)]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes,
With the - with the hollow-point shells, man,
Man,
the station, the trains flying by so near
You could nearly touch them, but they're going way too fast to commandeer
We had no choice to give up and crestfallen
but I still want mo'
Tde generals, she ain't spiritual but she still want Soul
God bless, God body, no fear in nobody, no thing
Can I proceed? Collect
disease
Don't be a pawn for their greed, you'll be no martyr to me
In Afghanistan, platoon split into halves
Serial one is on foot, led by O'neil and Pat
The scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college, college
The scriptures gave me mo’ knowledge than college, college
I’ve been in the scripts, don’t
up and shower ??? and brush my teeth
And page my niggas, call my bitches, and card them snitches
Cause TRU niggas gon' ball, no matter what
with them
I'm accustomed to this place she call me a citizen
With no ID but permanent resident
Stain on my T seeking thrills, I like suspense
Staying off
I'm pissing limits
Civil servants think I'm listening
Passing by I'm dodging litmus
Blessings disguised as some lessons
Lesson 1 don't pay for misfits
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
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore
[Chorus x2]
Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked
[Project Pat]
I
shake em
Roll em, don't throw em
Hand clap, where it's at
Nigga show me somethin'
Out in Sixy, Opa lock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it
cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me
Unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me
I'd like to get ya phone number just to see
gotta bill
Caps that make the shells fall
[verse 1: project pat]
Yeah as you walk in the vally of a yuppa
Nigga betta watch your mufuckin zippa
Don't
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
and find your girl
Sip her bra but shell call me wanna fuck
then me whip your thots and shell loves me
you're not their papi fuck your career
I fuck
I gotta
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
don't need no niggas lacin me
Guerillas in my trunk
Ain't no nigga outbass'n me
Cocaine lady, I don't fuck her no mo'
(no mo')
The bitch pussy good but
nigga
You can call me homeboy (You can call me homeboy)
If I got a quarter, then you got a dime (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
And, you can call me up no matter
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