Lyrics:
of course it's a process
Goes to show you the project
Lucid dream in your head I'm a concept
When I television keep in mind
Stay on grind with the mission
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
want to keep it I just want to lease it
Tell her stay here 'cause my niggas want to peace it
Bitch don't talk about it if it ain't recent
White Jesus
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
my flashing eye
simultaneously and at any moment we could die
and so with urgency I keep a candle by my side
and watch it disappear and glow
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
(swerve) ride, ride swerve, swerve
Yea now hit your gas
Now hit your brake now swerve
Tell your partner on the side of
You to pass that herb (man)
Keep it
haha
Yo, just got back from tour, still spending Euros (ching)
10 bands in the hood for my cousins murals
City workers give up 20 years of they life
window cant through the Front i know its some in this Bitch i can tell by how its Furnished it was night we saw a Light got a scared and took off Running
it all in the bank just in case they onto me
Put the pack down, picked the pen up
Changed my environment
They giving tours around my building, never
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,
From the dirty but I came out clean
Let the thirty hang out of the jeans
Got it how could you not feed yo team
Out the Projects I'm locked in with
Lubriderm, time took to write this
The war will be fought by the righteous
Who stand criticized by his un Alikeness
Knowledge is the truth and it's
to the hood where them tanas holding theme heaters
Look, sagging down the A-Line, it's war fuck it no play time
Hit my first tour I was still chuckin' up gang
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
sure that her babies don't make it out this city dead
Income taxes in the mattress she was planning it ahead
Project living for many years thought this
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
by Versace
Melvin Flynt dropped
And niggas told me it's a classic
The reason I ain't like it 'cause
I felt like a bastard god's favorite
I felt like
They can't keep it up a month
By way of that double M
Got hit by that double R
Them fuck niggas fucked up
I fuck their bitch, i might never call
Since
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
It's whatever, whatever ho, whatever
A lot of gunfire
Bustin' on you hoes to get my point across
Ridin' in your hood and let
The muthafuckin' bullets
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
proper term is laugh
Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon
It's like that y'all (keep on)
Freak
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