Lyrics:
when
I think about it
Everyday in the projects
Trynna get up out it
You was running in my pockets
Trynna fill ur closet
I helped u out
Cause I was broke
I just put in work, she call me Mister (hey Mister)
Get it by the gram, call it Insta
I'm so lazy, tell my hoe to get the picture
Look, I'm
I hate cops and
Niggas with cop friends
And still by weight in the
Hood they drop ends
With little marks on 'em scratched by the eye
You hand me
sight while the Nero Project is here
I'm a million dollar project
Let the losers hate, I'm mainstream now bitches
In 2025, my dream party is as full
gangster shit
Hoe get out your feelings
All on Instagram
Internet beef, lil' dirty stinky bitch
Hate I mean this with all my heart when I tell you
Fuck
disturb and disrespect
With six niggas on the curb face down inside my projects
A long-term effect they done got on my community
They killed Little Bill
Verse 1
(Feel this pain on and on just like rain when it falls)
Make a pact
We both hood so it’s Project Pat
Triple 6 (ay)
Triple 9
Everything‘s
bitch that's foreign
Fuck my other bitch she borin'
My gold twenty- four karats
If it ain't a nigga won't wear it
Tell her roll your own weed I ain't
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
early one morning, yawning!
Called my man Nate
What's up? Let's get it on
You gon' drive to my crib or
I'm a drive to yours?
Take the crew out of state
Cadillacs
E S 1's 'cause cataracts, Gucci suit with the hat to match
Like Fat Pat I'm on chrome, my Prime Co. on roam
Sold out shows at the Astro Dome, y'all
posted by my door
I'm from Da No
Yeah I stay Polo to the floor
Ooh, my money long, I cut my homies short
From Golden Acres, what it is
It really ain't i'm
a matter of time before the steady hate
Starts to overflow then the levee breaks
And my conscience go, you escape the rico
Why throw everything away
bitch, Yeniceri in this bitch,
I'm Turkish with a big swag and if you hate, then suck my dick
I'm a very patient guy, but don't push me or get deceased
Why
a matter of time before the steady hate
Starts to overflow then the levee breaks
And my conscience go, you escape the rico
Why throw everything away
of my door mat
That Witty Unpredictable fly shit, drive-by shit
These the niggas I ride with
And we gon' get cake, y'all, as soon as this pie split
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind shawty
But I'm not carrying underwear
I wanna see whats under there
When you see the picture cut off
thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants sittin low with a rag
that I got
Been about my busi-ness
Peepin' inside my fat stack
This Tec-9 makin' these motherfuckers panic
Held in the hand by
A psychopathic
load
Even though I hate this distance it keeps me persistent
One day I'll have your ass up in this kitchen
My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
moves to make, transactions to handshakes
Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and tapes
Funerals and wakes caused by greed and hate
A snake is still
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
lotta red, what these niggas gon' see
I need a new Glock cause it's left from the sea
If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be
He posted my music, I
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