Lyrics:
hoping
When I write it's like my therapy and helping me be open
If it wasn't for the music, I'm not sure if I'd be coping
That's a fact. But even this has
Pay attention everything I mentions is a ??
Like how to do with a move
Because the two sit I go by cash rules
Everything around me do movement
Steve, Big Hawk, and Fat Pat
When you cross yo'best bet is to back back
Mo City, Texas will open up yo back
Where the killers get killed and the jackers
I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it
Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket
Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine
No
could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride
We made a project in
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
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
fucking brain without lead projectiles,
Bled when I project styles and meanwhile, existence is a life sentence
And since I'm broke I take the risk, forced
HOOK:
Nigga I get this money that work move by word of mouth/What's beef like with me nigga fuck around & find out/These heauxes crawlin all on me
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
I roll up a fattie and write up on Tully my nigga (Yeah)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
I'm not an artist, but I got some talent
I play on the keyboard,
It's 2021, and I ain't kicking it with no new niggas
And by the way I named this project "ICEYLATED"
Because I'm staying away from suckers
I'm who
strugglin' on the grind
Got to feed the family chased by the one- time
But dem laws couldn't mace me
It take a hundred million motherfuckin' po po's
give a silly nod
To early am hustlers on the block who pretend to be
Unnerved from their actions Jack felt better them than me
Now he's check to check
Hate is the new love nigga don't be blind by it
Third eye open you can see that is right by you
Jealousy in the heart causing they soul to riot
Hate
Yo, check your mic, let's test these levels
Check, check, check, check
Okay, word, we got the sound
Let me know when the break's coming in
Nah,
balls wet
I'm a monster, these other niggas small pets
Claim they sick but they get cured by your dog's vet
I'm thorough from my Yank' to my gourtex
regardless
I never said I'm the best in the city I'm just the rawrest
They dick ride they want a pat on the back from you niggas
My mouth is dry as fuck from
Bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was
To get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug
And to get ran through until you get
and down that I am, but I ain't fine/I say that I'm okay so that never have to take time/to really open my mouth and say that I'm depressed, my mental health
as I might have seemed
I write without the slightest care for all these kinda beings, kinda stings, don't it?
Hard to fly if I'm the guy to rip ya
tha project
My dawg gon cuz he caught a body
Send em green dots tell em keep his head up
Tell hoes to write you a letter
I just been out here applying
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
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