Lyrics:
know I know more than what I explain
Struggle expressing the thoughts on my brain
That's why I create, that's why I get nervous with songs that I make
standing in the darkness with a lantern
Converstions in the wraith lead to deals inside the phantom
From tha' trap vampin' now I'm lampin' in a mansion
need about fifty of them bricks at the topic (yeah!)
They know we run the streets, me and them boys best stop it
You know we keep that white girl
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man,
with you, man?
Nah, nah, see, yo, chill, man, yo, pass the Cristal man
Fuck is wrong with you, man?
Niggas is greedy man, damn
Big ass shits
Yo man,
till they gone
Who the hell can you get to stop me?
I'm in the projects, parlaying with my posse
I keep my glock cocked
I need it, 'cause they're all
set
With all respect, I come direct I can't express
How much I love the test To see if I impress
It is addressed Project two, I am possessed
Feel it
with the flyest mami on 25th street
Watch how honey in the Lex do it
I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it
You wanna stick me? Then put ya best
stress
Pops caught by muthafuckers he wouldn't rest
Even with the two twins before me
Heard attempts to split that
Now let me reopen my mind if
I can
we have, a phrase with four words
Beginning with g, o, a, t
This stands for greatest of all time
Goat, the absolute best, the absolute best
Picture niggas rollin', flyin', foreign floatin' out of space (ayy)
Or bitches on Instagram with no filter face (face)
Picture if judges ain't judge us by
niggas wanna invest (facts)
As far as rap go, I'm one of the best
Your bitch leave my spot
Come lay with you with the cum on her breath
I still ride
a semi-col'
Plus, I'm still linkin' with the G's like a Figaro
And I kept my patience, I ain't tryna pass clinicals
But best believe, I dodge all challengers,
to grind
Best believe he will bust your head if a nigga cross the line
Pay attention to the numbers and remember the signs
PJ Project Boy don't play no games
the best kept secret is kept in the grave
New coupe is a dog, no roof on it
Diamond sparkle in my mouth, bluetooth homie
Yeah to say the least, Swizz this
If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's
want a part of this
You counterfeit, just forfeit
I go by Pats and I'll blow you out the orbit
You a flop like Norbit just sit back and absorb it
Yeah, I
stop em
The baddest bitches wanna fuck
These niggas wish they could cop em
If u dawg then u ma dawg
N best believe I gotcha
Don't play with niggas
sippin' Coors, on all floors of project halls
Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before
We used to score together, Uptown copping the raw
But uh,
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
the pretty bitches get a shot on me
If I found her in the club, she not my type, ain't got a shot with me
I know her nigga trap, but ain't got motion, tell
again
Sipping Hen
Staring at that white girl from Michigan
She was with a friend, fat ass fly ho
I went in for the kill, ASAP, pronto
So wait boo, 'fore
to the cha cha with these verses
Comin around the projects make you sleep off in dem hearses
I got a word of wisdom, for those who must resist
You'll be
suspect
That fills more body bags than apartments in projects
And as far as the coroners know
The autopsy show, it was a Shaolin blow
Put on by my
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