Lyrics:
suckled from the flowers in the trees
It'd bring you to your knees
I can imagine my whole life
Sweet and never-ending
In every house I float by
But
nigga AJ
And be in Grand projects anytime I'm on vacay
I still will get masked up with the MAC tucked
Yelling, "Back up," with no backup
This cap
get a little fame, maybe even get some pay
It's that car-wreck rubberneck from images our show projects
They hate it but they just can't look away
tweet a lot
I'm from two different worlds, suburbs and where the cops be watchin
Bodies droppin', uncle poppin', molly lozenges and oxycontin
Riding with
differences doth trouble turbulent spirits
Mhm
We live, we learn we got our pride
Mhm
Bounded by love we are unified
Mhm
I look inside you and I see your pain
Lassoed, In the grip of my passions
Tackled by the lack of my access
So close, yet so far
Real life holding me captive
Spoke to god like I practiced
Pro
the panopticon we go, don't get to leave until you go
Through winters cold, warmed up by burning my house down
Got stopped halfway, tasted the ash and broke down
Song: Well, They Call Me a Fool
Lyrics by: Ernest David Smith
Music and Produced by ; Clinarke Dill
©2023 Nurture Projects Music
Verse 1:
Well,
some work, check they resume
My dogs eating by the pound, boy, better fetch a plate
Locking out these projects to make sure my section ate
Two phones
Enough is enough
Listen
Yeah
Tear us down one by one
Nigga never that
Killing all our soldiers, we just frustrated voters
Bebe kid's mindset we ain't
transformer
I take world famous models to an all you can eat
Rib House then back to mine to slaughter the meat
I'm an audio freak and by a quater to three,
a 3-to-life bid
cause of drug logic
Shouldn't touch it
Now out to budget
With a movie star chick from outta Edenwald Projects
Nice job, took
A blueprint: Project 2153
Spittin like I'm from 1993
Studio booth meets time machine
Who do you think you tryna be?
Cuz I don't know
Oh no, promo portfolio so
Flute, rap, drum, circle, passion projects, distributable cash, profit, building business assets
Genuine cash flow every month coming in before the 7th
a haircut so since I’m looking so bummy
Things looking bad, having people running from me
I am a murderer so I’ll live with it
No fucking blood shoes but Im
take charge, cause you know we live large
If she with the cat, say what, you know we don't bar
I'm Mr Fat Pat, hold up on all that
Haters don't know how
As i arrive at the party
Another ounce of bacardi
Is handed to me by a beauty big ol boobie a barbie
Extend my arms like jeff hardy
I'm Grabbing ass
brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin god from the projects
It ain't hard, from medicate cars
pat, had a long live' G25
Long lil' granny, free lil' Zola, hop out, slang that iron
And you can't even run, cause 62s fuckin' comin' at your spine
Play
on Live !
Say he with the other side, make his mother cry, show them boys how we step !
I just did my time cuz, booked for homicide, ain't too many of us
Heard 10 shots
From twin glocks
Somebody wil'in
Man down on the block another mother childless
Somebody smiling
Bragging bout he finally got him
on thea real I want to say one love and rest in peace
To my nigga Bridge from 112
Big up Johnson Projects
Jefferson in the house
An the whole
on thea real I want to say one love and rest in peace
To my nigga Bridge from 112
Big up Johnson Projects
Jefferson in the house
An the whole
Yeah yeah yeah
Second verse
“Them long nights in projects I came from poverty, the pain stuck wit me like a tat that shit apart of me a lot of niggas
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