Lyrics:
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
here
I ain't goin' back to jail and
That's what these suckers fear
Now I can see the hate, behind the smiles
Wanted Project Pat to fall
But the money
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
the grass, now I see the grams out
Like I'm Project Pat, I ain't giving handouts
I'm loving her
She be running for a sandwich
Bitch hit the curb i'm hustling
tees, bucket hat account fat
You can have all that
Work easy now with gpt chat
Everybody copy
ask the lil bro of project pat
Keep your opinions
up where I sleep
Ay Lil bro meet back on 17
To traffic all the ps
Boy you know I'm bout my Ghetty green
My daddy was a drug dealer like Project pat
a family man
This bilal loud
This shit here is a cannon man
Grew up on Project Pat
And Hitman Sammy Sam
Say it wrong
SyN pull up just like lam on lam
Come
pressure in a cabin ain't no flight attendant
Had to get myself away, you would've folded in it
Leave the duffle in the trunk and go the speed limit
Pat you
, 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
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
out
Lemme pat down for a minute
Put ya glass down
Tryna pass out when I'm in it now
Wasn't long you was mine babe
I was in the wrong on the right day
We
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
I'm pissing limits
Civil servants think I'm listening
Passing by I'm dodging litmus
Blessings disguised as some lessons
Lesson 1 don't pay for misfits
hit tha gas hit tha break now swerve( swerve)
Ridin (ridin)
Swervin (swervin)
Ridin (ridin)
Swervin (swervin)
Project Pat
Now they was thinkin dirty
need is a revolver
Something that'll catch the shells
Ride upon this sucka, jump out bustin' bails
Nigga don't really wanna make
Project Pat go AWOL
Come
(Project Pat)
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Niggas ain't barrin' that bullshit make niggas clown
Down with the shit called
Miami, the ghettos (Dade County)
Every hood and the projects
And when I drop off my singles
I'm droppin' one of my targets
Lord forgive me for my sins
in the hood you'll
Never bump into Pat Sajack
But we spin the wheel every time we chill
Cops hate Blacks and Hispanics
They draw gats and just blam it
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
Gotta go get my nigga Alley Boy
Y'all niggas know the business project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Let's go, let's go, let's
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