Lyrics:
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
Baltimore, I know you remember
I took a boat to Virginia, I took a boat to Virginia
Alexandria, in the project, I post up and I get it
Columbia Pike,
outside your house
Nigga, I catch a drain, ain't no motive
Ain't no blame on what I do
Ya Cuz I'ma fuck over you
Now what's up? Cuz I don't think
You ready
and a club,I'm leaving tracks on the white rug
Punk tried to rif and he met double-live slugs
I ain't the nigger to step to
I'm catching bodies and the next one
living by a vestry
I know the mind of a king ain't empty
Thank the Lord, I know that he blessed me
My time's nearer, I see clearer
My ex calls me but I
I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said: "Let's go"
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her
end the alphabet
Don't be tryna write letters, you ain't gotta say jack
I was stabbed in the back, Now y'all wanna give pats
This ain't Wheel
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
little passes
at me she pat me close that's when she got bold
she started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold
we went to her bedroom thinking
to pull a motherf**kin' kick
door
Now whether it's rapping, or jacking, kidnapping, or gun totting
Y'all call me down??? do get scared I ain't flipped till
as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah
as I get high
From K.C. to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah
and Project Pat
So what the fuck now?
These niggas deep and I know
They wanna jump me you let my hand go in my
Pants and that's a done deed
Ain't nothing funny
I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said: "Let's go"
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you,
The souls of your friends, you and I will
n***** they know
Bros before h*** but I love my b***** like bella hadid or kendal
Four in the morning she pull up I cook up we smash in the studio
Red
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
my project English
And if you don't like it, you can kiss my penis
[Repeat: x4]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
We done
to life, it just ain't right
Praying that the Lord, don't take me in the night
That long long flight, and ain't no coming back
Man I miss that Pat, and K.K
softner
And we ain't cut from the
Same cloth that Cass is yeah I seen you
All up on those blogs with Vlad
Talkin', runnin' your mouth with
Your fucking
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
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