Lyrics:
I'm kissing the slugs
Coming at you kisses and hugs
When death calls, who's really a thug
The street glory got me deeply in love
Can't shake it, can't
cigar, and hoes in the crib
Drank, and the twenty ounce froze in the fridge
You fuckin' with DA so you know what it is
I'm sittin' on the fours that clack
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
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
living I'm a think about burning man
And after hours when I love to be up on a mic
I've got songbirds singing to me while in fight
Wild out freestyle
back
Still we gone prevail it ain't no problem when we faced with that
They love you when you leaving, so im constantly thinking fade to black
Voice
Street, nigga, Roosevelt
(Track life forever, ever)
This the project I bang, look
I drive to school with a Taurus-9 (Stop playin'), bitch, I'm out here
know?
Oh, you ain’t know?
Yeah! You betta ask somebody though!
What a Diva like I’d do is I’d P.U.S.H through, even in my tears
Projects, welfare checks,
to put myself in position
Now they switching
Said they going to spin with the pole like a stripper
I just laugh
These assholes all spitting random lies
a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it
I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted
My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and your radio's
a gun in it, Nas is runnin' it
I stay blunted, I'm the project's most wanted
My voice is like magic
My cassette is the clip and your radio's
well-known pussy, eat it 'til she pass out
Take the stripper, smoke some Keisha with her, then cash out
Still a dope boy so I'm walkin' with the bands out
*Intro*
Yeah it's yo' boy Project Pat up in this thang this go out to all hustlers
In the Dirty South, Midwest, East Coast, West Coast
Err'body with
You know it nigga can't stop for the money
You know it
Quavo! She taking her chance for the paper
She fell in love with my money
Pull up with
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
I'm bout' this cheese, fuck the fame, you can go to hell
With that shit, got's to get what I can, back on these bricks
Project Pat, suicidal
know just who I am (Don't hate)
See I done fell in love wit a stripper y'all
All I do is flirt with her, and I get them draws
And I don't need no help, I
thats a fendi
Top down in the city
Couple day ones rolling with me
See me in traffic getting busy
I walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart and Im
hoe
Blowin' kush ups in the gym, AKA the studio
I get UFO high, ET kush
Purple Cali what I love
The smoke I buy it by the bush
I love that lemon sour D
at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"
I'm just a project
the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting
for the big stacks
And the big act, now I got the big gat
Click clack, uh
Since day one, been in a ditch
Kin with a snitch
Now I'm in the pen in
the projects
No life left jobless
Diggin' out garbage
No welfare with no healthcare
The pain is felt here
They decieving with TV's
Turned her into a species
Trey Songz playing in the background man her love faces so ugly I'm
Feeling on that booty
Tryna get you hot n wet jacuzzi
Busting like glocks n teks n
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