Lyrics:
Comin in
Hot mess
Tell all my niggas we got this
Comin in
Digress
From all the drama
No progress
Comin in
Got this
Pat on my back
Hit the block list
Only take care of myself
Self-made niggah had no help
Got no time to care about games
If you tryna to play that's lame
I got
Bills they don't pay
out, They kneeling on my neck and still won't see them ever back me down
Airport they gonna pat me down, in the store they follow 'round
In this system
{Project Pat}
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in
6, K-Roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
(Project Pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas
stack that
And If I ever fall off I'm bounce back
Niggas saying that they with me yeah that's big cap
Being honest they ain't really trust the process
Now
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
on niggas
And feels nothin like he's full of novocaine
That's why you never see me on B.E.T
When I beat up a rapper he'll file charges on me
If I'm
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
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
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
they wanna know my name
Being honest wish I never showed that side of me
Takings Ls turned them to lessons got some pride in me
I got snaked out by my
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
judge him by his past sins
Blasphemous pats on the back for these acts of compassion
When I'm speaking I'm begging your pardon
Come spend a week in my
you peepin me
Everybody knows that I'm a G
Hey, Hey, she's peepin me, she's peepin me
[Fat Pat]
Last night was a mother, your body was revealin
Sexual
Niggas hear this
I want niggas to mug niggas
Like, what you lookin at?
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me, bounce
When my real niggas come; flip
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
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
Me and Pop was there through the years, our names have switched
Ain't nothin' changed but the names Nostradamus and Blitz
What project is this? Q.B.,
You're fucking with?
Shoot the gun
Then we chucking it
We the most wild clique
That's everywhere
Leave your body
On some project stairs
Best beware
Of who
Project pat in this motherfucker
Layin smack down
Crackin down on you punk nigguhs
Talkin to much gang
Snortin all your dope up claiming
That you in
Project zero - blessed cloud
Gotta get us down now
Waiting on the reef tank
For the sun on the river bank
Covered by the snow
I think it's time
, 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
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
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