Lyrics:
just my two pennies
Got AJT and the T is for Too Techy
Who let me, get on this mic, I'm too ready
Tool heavy. Pat pat that's them two semis too edgy
Yeah
Poisonous stin', which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but, yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowin' by the hours, Wu, we got
Askin' folks about this Mack but
In them streets nobody knows
Lil Man, Scan Man, Project Pat
North Memphis bound when I'm
Clickin' with the Mafia
But ain't
I do it
I told her it's whatever
Look around me, nobody could do it better
Like this motherfucking album guess who put this shit together (Damn)
Huh?
respect, so everybody salute
And by the way Backspin, is my attribute
You may or may not, know who I am
But frankly my dear.. I don't give a damn!
You
And they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects working for
Fifty or five hundred what about bug
Who trade and them niggas had cheese?
In the late 80s push
Once about a time there was a kid
Who didn't have a bicycle or a car that skid
Only thing he had was Pat and Turner
He didn't know the future but
been there myself many times and it's nice to hear
Somebody who can talk
That knows something about what's happening
I just wanted to record this
If you
assassinations
Ask Pat Robertson, quiz him
Smells like terrorism
Racism in the news, still one sided views
Sayin' Whites find food
Pray for the National Guard who
from where the cut-throats cut coke
Cause school ain't cut it, they cut out the puff smoke
And guess what?
That's who I hang with, so when you speak
on stoves
That's just like tires on road
See I guess if we pop em this chance of stopping
Is high off road
I know we envy pockets in empty projects
It was me,
Detracting from what I've seen, guess I needed more sheltering
Everybody projects their hopes, lately mine are diminishing
Lately, my heart can't feel a thing,
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,
mind
I'm like damn
First she blocked me
Now she throwing pussy for the gram
Tryna receive attention
Bitch you don't know who I am
I was raised by project
slide
Pullin up to your parents house
It's about to be a homicide
Out side in the bushes
Got me feeling like I'm project pat
Ghetty green up in this blunt
been washing in I need a wizard
To set this price, movable object come from the project bet on his life
Blinded by vice, running with mice, thinking it's
teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
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