Lyrics:
am Harlem Project Pat
She want me to sing like Anderson .Paak
Pulled up to my show but I don't wanna dap
If this was a battle your toe get tagged,
They burnin'
Inhale the shurm smoke
Visualize the flames
Will I be smothered by my own pain?
Strange wisdoms
Cowards conversate'
So quick
like creamer
By the bunches, we pulled up in Beamers
Don't cross me, you'll never be teamer, T-Rex, I'm callin' her Tina
Get frisky, I'm grippin' her
cars smokin' gas
Niggas actin' like Cristal went out of style nigga
Money in it, go
Same kid from the projects, 5H
Just flew by in the i8
Still do
one thirty, two in the morning
Wicked Clowns ICP and Project Borning
At the graveyard I got the whole wide world in my hands
'cause I'm the Dead Body
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me I won't have it
the match and your body's drenching down with gas
Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??
Me and Project Pat toting
disease
Don't be a pawn for their greed, you'll be no martyr to me
In Afghanistan, platoon split into halves
Serial one is on foot, led by O'neil and Pat
cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid
I aint gotta question
I already know the answer
They don't want to see me with my bands up
If you see me live
Better put your hands up
Put your hands
(Jeez), yeah, yeah
(Whoa), oh
(Yup, yup, yup, yup), it's Eazy
I just, I just, I just wanna know, yeah (yeah)
Got a few questions (got a few,
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
cause the game is sold
In and out
In and out
Your fuckin dow's
Hook:(rpt.2x).
[verse 3: project pat]
(on phone) if you knowin I got rep to protect in
It takes two words to find the one
But I don't know what my minds done
You left me stranded in the dark
You got me flying I'm a Stark
You just want
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
'm a project baby, I'll run it up
I been through too much, traumatized, I got scars
Gotta watch my brother, I can only trust God
All I see is a cold world
All I
what it means
Cut from a different cloth
You could tell by the genes
Look
I never question the avenues that my faith in
Long as that money coming in
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
wouldn't take but I did
And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child
All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile, smile
Smile
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
more than a blessing
Was Pat the Goat?
That's a rhetorical question
I guess all this was all just some sorta of a lesson
To appreciate the now and make
of the Carter
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up
Do the Project
on my roster
Feel like pat bev I was running with them rockets.
Running with them rocket running with the wrong kids
Until I got my own kids, realize I
an old beef
Lookin' screwed and sucked teed
And for what
I'm just tryin' to live and get my cut
[Regina Hall]
Can I ask you all the question
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