Lyrics:
nigga I ain't never really been out flowed by no boy
Your food look just right
I'ma eat your porridge
Even though I'm full as a motherfucker like no
address it I got to
This the 3rd project and so by now you gon feel this motherfucking effect
You know I been I been going through the shit and I had
that thug talk, it's so overplayed
I pray for my brothers struggling in them streets
I put in that work, so now, N***a
I'm getting paid
Resume
(Tell them
the Projects like Pat, Mista Don't Play
Witnessed some atrocities I won't say
Down For My N*****
I knew I would see C-Murder
Set the tables, brought the food
Trump
Momma didn't raise no punks, tough love
If push come to shove, nigga, I don't budge
This is what I does, I'm a born G
Check my D-N-A, all in
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
lights, projects by the dump
And cars, broads, murders ghetto life
I went through all that shit
for platinum ringers and a little bit of ice
It's
my father
Not lookin for a lover, I'm all about a dollar
Real street n*gga, got stripes on my collar
If you don't tote triggers, you might wanna holla
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
scam
Watch for taped conversations, Jakes and dollar bands
The black market, labelled the movin' target
Dwellin' in the heartless projects
Evil eyes
Probaly aint. They've now been finessed by the system.
I rock bling so mine ain't impressed by no niggas.
Who step into my office.
Like Pat That's my
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
from my niggas on the, other side
Two childhood friends just died, I couldn't cry
A damn shame, when will we ever change?
And what remains from
used to cop bricks
Rock it up an chop like La-Bobbitt
Pushin the 5 whip through the projects til the led 9 spits
Nigga you rhyme sick, but you could
like 2 times 2
I'm a sureshot like marksmen, you all dead
Cold red
Money clippers if a nigga fold bread
That will feed four people for
The next four
be wondering
Which cryptocurrency is better for you today
We will talk about two big names in
The cryptocurrency market right
Behind Bitcoin
These
sell my soul for a deal or a dollar
S-N-G, fuck what they hollering I fell out with (hah), she was tryna be toxic
I told her she can leave I won't stop
Started from the bottom
Penn relay Philly first place
Wooooo
I do my dirt all by my lonely
I be eating these rappers up
I spit them out like cheap Bologna
One, two, three and the place to be
You got the almighty Talib Kweli, BK emcee
It's the international rockin' with Madlib
We got the Strong Arm
Before I'm judged by 12, put a 12 on my V
Told my niggas, "I need you"
Stay up I know these times ain't true
Real life, what's free
Since a lad, I
wedding night
"Oh turn out the light quick!" she shouted out to Pat
For though l'm your bride, sure l'm not worth looking at
I had two of everything, I
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
the projects the objective is make dollars
'Where You At?' It ain't a problem to get it there by tomorrow
Cause I got a female friend, with frequent flier
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