Lyrics:
You'll see some players in this game and lose
Niggas think they together they
Ain't together at all
Stand on the block together
But divided they fall
A lot
Pat Stay called me out, I got scared and blocked him
I never meant to hurt you, but tonight I'm cleaning out my closet
I keep that little leopard
it there (yeah)
Catch a hole through the logo on your shirt
Why you rappin' 'bout the game
When you don't know how it work?
Me and Project Pat
I think you got a low self opinion man
I see you standing all by yourself
Unable to express the pain of your distress
You withdraw deeper inside
You say
You don't wanna fall in love
You'd rather
Climb up love's ladder
And after that
Jump into a pool of loves laughter
And after that get
in the projects
I came from you couldnt stand me
To umh the hottest rapper
When you broke from the ghetto
Know what police is at you
cnd like never
{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
when ain’t sense fake energy that’s when I fall back,
Fall back fall back on the bag,
You see I’m finally getting mine why you getting mad,
But it’s
but you can never pause it
I need a little space to breathe
Bravo bravo, a round of applause and a pat on the back
Oh really baby maybe they go
We want
down-down bad and thought I wouldn't be the same
By my side you remained through the pain through the change
Through the tide you watched it fall and rise
If
Maybe
But see, I've been strugglin' and hustlin'
Ever since my, grandmother was a baby
You think I'd be sayin' to myself
How many more days you leave
I see P the wicked clowns and Project Born
Serial Slaughtering mutha fuckas in the graveyard
Tick to the mutha fuckin' tock
Nigga the click from
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
true to you, darlin', in my fashion
Yes, I'm always true to you, darlin', in my way
I enjoy a tender pass
By the boss of Boston, Mass
Though his
peace
You mess with me and you will see how messy it be
Lil Wayne hat tipped Dickies fall to my feet
I done went a lot of places
The same nigga that
stoned so you cannot rock with me
Hit that blunt now everything at ease
Just like Bigfoot I be in them trees
Project pat I want dope I want cheese
I'm
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
hippopotamus
Ain't no fuss, plus her mouth's open and dicks in
Project Pat came to get the cap, then I'm in the wind
See, I'm a pimp player, ho layer, money
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
and try to box you in a cubicle
You see the frown and then the cops they try to shoot at you
Know they tryna move on you, but my pops was off 6th st
My pops
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
They speak of words of wisdom strong enough to send a boat in the direction,
See the stars the your futures written given to you in the ritual union,
[Intro]
Yuh
You gotta feel this (that's right)
Nahm sayin'
You make enemies, turn your back on a playa (huh)
What's up Blunty
[Hook: Fat Pat
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