Lyrics:
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
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
you are now rocking with the best
Evil empire, DJ EFX
Remix Mafia, 3 6, we sick
Make hit records prestigious
We just, ride 'til the new budget free up
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
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 family man
This bilal loud
This shit here is a cannon man
Grew up on Project Pat
And Hitman Sammy Sam
Say it wrong
SyN pull up just like lam on lam
Come
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
been washing in I need a wizard
To set this price, movable object come from the project bet on his life
Blinded by vice, running with mice, thinking it's
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
caught some envy
Called a truce with project 80
Don't be tripping cyber skating
Sentient with my mother waiting
Now,
You and eye could be sublation
Tune
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
smoke and hotels
Hood rats and bullet wound up females
Got babies by hustlers and niggas in jail
Slinging for chips the fiends with burnt finger tips
The best of CG
Greedy
Abduct the PD
See me?
Nigga, not in 3D.
Be me?
Hah, it's not easy.
I'm breezy
And off the Heezy
Me and my woman's like George
projects, three for three, I am trifect
No box, unchecked, love yourself best when you don't second guess
Thoughts of an intellect, I fail every class except
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K's and hand grenades
Could you recall a soulja that used to be crawlin'
Now I'm ballin', don't plan
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
Trying to throw cub with crooked smiles
Take your kindness for weakness yhey foul
New York niggas be lovin how the gun talk POW!
Another
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
so im weighing out the options
I did this on my own this aint brought to you by no sponser
Like Mario Van peebles i be riding with my pose
Never count
slide
Pullin up to your parents house
It's about to be a homicide
Out side in the bushes
Got me feeling like I'm project pat
Ghetty green up in this blunt
no getting it
She breaking it down
Baby girl this a lobotomy
Feel like JFK sister, you ride on me, ya
I'm Project Pat, you ask my brodie where he
Filled up the bag like bank bank
Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing
I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang
But Even in
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