Lyrics:
some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove
Pray they don't want no smoke, no
If it's me, I want smoke
Ohh, ohh Lord
If it's me,
I only feel alive when I'm smokin when I'm sippin
I'm alive but I ain't livin
All the haze got me trippin
Sittin down thinkin back on my position
I
that, so since i got stripes
i got the right to rap about that, but Niggaz like you
i gotta hate ya, i'm tired of Suburbian Niggaz talkin about
they comin
worried bout cash app dick you down till then taxes hit
I ain't worried bout nigga acting tuff actual stick
I ain't.Worried bout who standing by house until
brothers I got it with em
They shoot then I'm popping with em
Got beef and I'm mobbing with em
Unique cause I'm vibing different yeah
Yeah, unique cause I
collar I'm finna take it there
You niggas ain't play at my projects, y'all played at the fair
Trill Entertainment that's my thugs there, there's love
is bullets and gunsmoke
Talk them now
Big 30's
7.62's by 39's nigga
Bumble clot
Switches all that shit nigga we ain't playing no games
You'll be casket
you just get distant
I'm just too persistent, but just got resisted
Grab my little daughter and my son and kissed 'em
Not a day goes by when I ain't
Got a Blackberry, was gettin' too much face time
Back to fuckin' project bitches, now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine
to Hotpot got beef on the furnace
Came out a club but a lion emerges
When I walk by, they just clutch on they purses
Got so much ice that I keep in
extra cash to pay for college with
And it just so happens I got a lot of it
Spin around the pole while you're doing splits
By the end of the night
out of his Robin's
Hopping out with them choppers
Got a couple bodies on my revolver
Talking fit but ain't 'bout shit
I'll catch you while you're
know what happen
I been stirring up the pot, now I got it crackin'
I ain't worried about my rank I always get money
I got the youngin's looking up so I
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
to John Meneill
The type to start a beef then run to the cops
When I see you in the street got one in the drop
When I'd rather be on tour getting
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
Patna dien bout these bitches just isn't fair
Any beef I can not spare em
If you slide don't let em live
Just telling ya what it is I ain't got do no
snatched
Watch that, know where your moms shop at
Gotcha block mapped and ain't afraid to push ya top back
Fuck if you stay straped, got the drop it's
to rap its
Got beef, got to be static
At it in the attic but below the pavement
Mad at the vadic, but you know I say it
Prophecy got to be the rock
Ought
like when it came to fuckin' up, became amazing at it
Bags slang, I got 'em chasing after
Ain't no safety hazards when evadin' capture
Raced through
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
say, AB be on tip
If you got somethin' I want and I don't know you, you gettin' stripped
Arp hold 22s, when you get shot, it feel like a pitch
You ain't
line
N***a I'll turn this bitch to Columbine
You might slip up and be outta time
by a n***a asking you you got the time
In the trenches we adopted
nigga
I got them racks I got them racks yeah I got them racks yeah I got them racks nigga
Money cant by happiness never ever said a broke nigga
Everyday I
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