Lyrics:
the sun
Ho oh
Like the man on the subway
Sitting across from me
And every time I looked at him he smiled
And by the time
I got to the end of the subway
got time for no excuses you can save it
I was raised in the hood
From the projects
You ain't coming up with me
But you can watch it
And you already know
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
time was torn
'cause if I bought me somethin' to eat, shit
I bought you somethin' too, what's mine is yours
But now you'd rather bring me down
heart beats to the rhythm of the streets
Riding in the hood for hours
Tryna see who I could meet
I gotta stop by Carmans
Just to get a bite to eat
Blazin
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
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
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
time, no time for yawa no time oh
No time, no time for palava
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Yeah, as you dey invest money
Still enjoy my guy 'Cause when you
takin a regular picture by the hotel St. Bonaventure
Besides I do wear a coat in the winter
And eat at beautiful restaurants
Leave me alone, leave
eat
You hit out the car with a Draco
Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, bitch, get on feet
I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see,
slingin powder sacks, I'm where them dollars at
Till I holler back at niggas that sip more syrup than Project Pat
Now I fuck with Rap-A-Lot, I hit
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
to the suites, anywhere we can meet
Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet
Worldwide, get swept away by the tide
By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
the ching ching
You can't save a cent
Hoes stalking on a nigga
Trying take the dick
Wanna have house
With like 3 or 4 bitches
Raised in the project
I'm a die
It's the bomb, baby
The bomb, baby
With no ifs, no ands, no buts, and no maybes
[Verse 1]
I walk through the projects with stress in my hands
worse? Pit of rattlesnakes
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, ready when the battle breaks
Time to make the tackle mate
Pass on the message, got another can of worms
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
more, when she eat on dick I be fucking her throat yea she eat on that dick she get wet as a ocean
Lucked up on a freak now I don't need no lotion
I wont let em treat me like an object
I Gotta smile my grandma got a crib Outside the projects
Had a prophecy that all my ppl Making profit
Everybody
Yeah this is for my nigga in the pen doing time
Yeah this is for my nigga in the pen doing time
Violated probation a couple times but he just trying
My job is so crazy
I see people on the daily
Oops I forgot a ranch
They can't eat it plainly
This woman's like eighty
Her hands are real shaky
But
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