Lyrics:
Alchemist you know me man
I'm the type of nigga that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio
Soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm sayin'?
Smack a bitch, chicken head
But I ain't no Project Pat
Let me pass it back, to the motherfucking 3-6
Denzel Curry, the one and the only, the
Nigga I'm
Wake up and it's time to twist the blunt, where my blunt raps at
Bumpin' Project Pat, now I got a smokable Brush my teeth with orange juice, munchies
Soldiers march inside my mouth
Slide down my throat, crawl inside my womb
And leave a hand grenade in my son's arms
Pre-birth occupation
You wait
ain't stoppin me dawg
Only time you left ya hood is on Monopoly boards
You grimey as birds shittin on the top of ya fords
You will, die by the gun
Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, put his hoodie on the couch, his Timberlands up on the chair so his bitch can bring him a beer. So, this is
it
They tried to Riley me up, but I betting Pat's expression
You can never pass a legend
I'm spitting on holy beats
I'm beating my past, present
I'm
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
Don't hurt me none, don't hurt my pride
'Cause I got my little lady right by my side
She's a-tryin' to hide
Pretendin' she don't know me
I's out
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
on me, I be icy
Water on me, now she like me
I went to jail, you ain't write me
Check on your boy for the Nike
Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm
we are going
to be playing you an amazing project that is well crafted by these young individuals
known as YDIE, all right
And the name of the project
for nines?
Damn, in your minds and in your hearts
Is the hate really that deep, what's truly goin on?
Knockin me for the words I write
For writin movie
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me Project Pat I keep it real
I'mma introduce you you's a
Sucka faking deals
If you gonna let
All my life I had to fight
All my life passing by
All my life I had to write
All my life I had to die
All I had to sacrifice
Blood sweat and tears
Yeah, Griselda i just wanna be myself
Know what i mean?
I ain't tryna be like all these other niggas
Fuck these niggas by the way hahaha, yeah
I
not always in the best of moods
But thanks for givin the gift of rap to write my feelings down
And sorry for cursin sometimes but feelings make me shout
New diamonds, money well spent, wellness check if I'm derailing
Them Muslims in the middle of the street my favorite salesmen
By any means the message,
me, Aquarius'Killa
That nigga I chop 'em Kenobi
Obi Wan, Star Wars
Killing these niggas im hard-core
Project to Pat, Nigga it's back
Denzel the Curry
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the King
But niggas is decaf, I stick 'em for the cream
Check it, just how deep can
Check this
I excel, they fell, I said, well, hell
L can yell or make 'em melt like gel
I signed the contracts that buils up stacks
Play the wall
On the night of the last rap that I write
The Devil and God gon' have a fight
Check it, head to head
Tiga, toe to toe
Try'na figure out where I'ma go
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