Lyrics:
Out of town came back around
Fog the windows up and defrost em down
I was in the losers circle without a frown
The know I'm hot so they pat me down
up or get light up by a nine nine
Brother grew up in project housing, rats around him
Niggas selling bricks and flip it to a thousand
12 gon slide wit
the projects, now I'm on the jet
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about a check, yeah
Hunnid bands in my pocket, it's on me
Hunnid deep when I roll like
through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
down pat
Check, hold on, hold on, let me hit that, let me hit (Ghost Weed)
Got that Thought shit yo, yo, bust it, bust it
I'm 'bout to freak that shit
Hit the stash while the slab sideways in the Lac
Lookin like a "Superstar" Mike D and Fat Pat
Maybe hit 'em with the ghetto they'll know that I'm real
Steady long, steady wrong nigga
Check one-two one-two one-two bitch
Tony Snow, know'm talkin 'bout?
Jack Tripper, "Three's Company" ho
Percy Mack,
with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath
dropping
Nobody can stop us, I was brought up in the projects
And I got, tonz of haze from uptown
We not trying to sell that shit, that's how we burn it
pocket period Sirius X one of
You dumb bitches out living life up in this bio sphere hears
What this nigga's about hold on check it out yeah yeah
I was
biggest fear was thinking I was gunna lose it
Before the world my love was captured
By the song left in the disaster of My Life, My Life, My Life
There's
I'm surrounded by Benjamin's (blue faces)
Don't fall in love with them bitches
'Cause I know the nigga that's pimpin' them (I know 'em)
My plug is
the pat downs
Tryna avoid all the lame hoes
Weirdos in the background
Black out when I back out
Blow the horn for a pedestrian
Shawty ride like
And once the smoke clears you'll be left with one in your dome
Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid?
You talk a good one but you don't
feat. Preacher Earl, Melo T, Bass Blaster, Asu, Guru
[ Greg Nice ]
Check it out, check it out
I got my whole crew in the house
and we gon' turn
summer to me
Expect it nice and hot
40 day, my bad, my bad
Family day, I be in the projects
Y'all come check me out
Get a chance to do some new shit
You
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
Bitch niggas fuckin' my body
Bring that fuckin' meth in here
Yo yo yo yo
Now we gonna drink some good night train
And yo, set it off
Champion gear that I
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Now I'm known by the masses
'Cause I've grown to make them smashes
On this journey, did many back flips
To get your attention, now that I caught it
steps, they marketed sex
M-mark it with a X, they talkin' them checks now, now
Envy
All they do is envy
Don't they know what's in me?
Don't they
a web series called surviving in the trap
I just saw young boy put a thirty on the Mac
Spooky
You said they get smoke by the loosey
Its all the same
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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