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Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
I'ma die young
Never thought that I'd see twenty one
A couple times I probably should've died by mixing drugs
A couple times I probably should've died
made it this far
But everyone here ain't trynna see me make it
Or they only wanna see me win so they can take it
Cus I know it's hard to find a job
So
(Intro)
Foamposites, ferrogamo, black tee and i'm iced out
They know my name like mike jones you can see a nigga with the lights out
Young nigga got
A SHOOTER WITH ME APPLYING PRESSURE I DON'T SEE THE OPS I BE WINNING DON'T NEED NO ENTOURAGE BY MYSELF IM A MENECE ON GOD
HUSTLING ALL DAY ALL NIGHT IM PAPER
who unleashed the beast
In me, for oh so long, I was put down
Forced by others to listen to their sound
Til the time has come as I proclaim to you
'Cause Screwed Up Click acting bad
You might see me in the benzo
Sitting on Lorenzos, blowing on some endo
It's five o'clock so I'ma drop my top, and let
I can’t think of the past
Ima leave it alone
Now that I have you for my own
Kept my pat on the back
For way too long
Should’ve known it was you
That
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
behind
I'm gonna get her some
Soon as she makes me cum
Off her nut, off her butt
Project Pat don't give a fuck
Fuckin' with the neighborhood, North Memphis
contracts, They don't know bout
Shh keep quiet I got, Niggas on stand by
I'm the real shooter , ya you need to worry about
Nigga took something from me , u
hopes rot
I'm writing this because me and the devil had a dance
Now I see death around the corner, 'pologizing in advance
Don't know if I ever had
fortunate fame
And more importantly, I wanted me a name
The je-wells, the crew-es, the cell
No more projects, the foolish gets well (I'm tired of dat shit)
I'll be grazing by your window
Please come pat me on the head
I just want to find out what you're nice to me for
When I look up don't think I
I'm in the project with this blicky in my hand
I don't even trust a friend
Always got a second plan
Paper chasing gat me running fast
Misunderstood
uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
Pat Project
Ya de la cons' donc roule un gros G
A mes idées j'reste accroché
Carton à droite j'suis pas gaucher
J'écoute Pimp C, j'écoute Zesau
J'suis
don't sleep
For gun toting niggas on the creep
Who wanna see me layin' deceased but my instinct is that of a beast
Fuck peace in these QB streets, I
I took a trip to the club
To see what's up
Ride with me hey
Ride with me hey
I took a trip to the club
To see what's up
Ride with me hey
Ride with me
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
I'm reppin' Tennessee like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from, homeboy, it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah
It's
that I see
It's making me scream
Can't tell what it means
Help me make it make sense
I try to keep ya out but somehow you still creep in my head
Help me
health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find drama
Law's out
rock like project pat
She said I wouldn't graduate now she tryna give me cat
I don't even like to speak so if I talk its in all caps
You say that you
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