Lyrics:
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
chain put your watch in your pocket
Here come the Braveheart straight out the projects
We live the life where the blood spills
Same thing that get you
the market
Artificial life in the marketplace
Epic ballads by the musical whores (right)
Life is boring, so project theirs onto yours (right)
Hear
you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. section's gettin' tooken
Might dance, might not
lil mama, if you a hot girl come with me
Come and follow Lil Turk CashMoney HB
First you wanted to holla, ya scared say ya scared
If ya not, bus it open
Like a rocket as I pass by, pussy boy
This ain't sci-fi, hear the skkkrt
It's a drive-by, grab that glizzy
It's a modify you indoors
Bitch, I'm outside
give Tyson a busted jaw?
What if I never glared out that project window?
Whenever was scared for me and the life of my kinfolk?
What if that gun pin
to juggle
Another day, another struggle
I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
you home
Paid leave
When you come back
More prestige
Pat on the back
Then you go out
You do it again
Tell your boss
That you were scared
Scared for your
romantic
Ten and twenty, you come by the droves
Don't be scared to take off your clothes
If you're really short, get on your tippy toes
And remember,
teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling
you smoke chronic by the jars
Your platinum teeth diamond, your platinum piece diamond
You on them streets rhymin, you makin g's timin
You slap a bitch
Got you scared of how I move
Ama go against the rules
It's way bigger than looks
This that ticket the moon
(This that ticket)yeah
Turn a room into
attract the crowd once I got em down pat
I'm teachin the masses, join up for classes
You're blind to the truth, so I'ma get you some glasses
Cause as I
no Ls (Fuck)
Had to hit up project pat
For a verse
20 20 feelin blessed
I ain't cursed
Yeah I hit em with the truth
Cause its hurts
Gettin
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
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
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
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
Don't you go outside if you know you not bout hustlin
I just want respect dawg, that's all a nigga need
(That's all a nigga need)
Don't you go get scared
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
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
them tender dicks
A real nigga never give you shit Biotch
Born and raised in the motherfucking projects ho
Getting money by at the pak Jam, by
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