Lyrics:
daily I be
In the trap, moving them keys
Tryna make a mil in a week
Straight out the Pyrex, right to the projects
I gotta eat, no time to digest, chasing
federal cases with legal aids
The unlit stage tonight performing lime desires to eat
Can get you in a 8 by 5, the corner's younger
I smell feel touch
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
the projects, now they gon' need a palace
Niggas want JJ's, don't eat salads
Fourteen with a AK, and he'll let a nigga have it
Fireworks in Capetown, man
(Samples by Alchemist:)
Looked up the dj, and said may I?
[Large Proffesor]
Blow and pow like 4th of July explosives?
Lit it up, like the 4th
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
niggas a good time, by getting drunk in the stud'
Some niggas find happiness, with a blunt and a brew
They talented niggas, but they just need something
with the limp shocks
Of hair shooting off the top, dudes you got to stop
For real, kill it dead
I'm going to call you Project Pat because you look like
at the thoughts I design
Creating a fortune during these unfortunate times
In my mind and my future seeing diamonds and dimes
Ask yourself how is you gon' eat
How
And then Pat, then will come game time
Green grows the willow tree
Green grows the willow tree
Come my love that used to be
Come sit you down upon my knee
or you hate me
Story's about Jabar
Who goes by the name of oje
Through the best of times through the worst of times
These are the life and times
So smoke
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
Cause we done came from no pots to piss on
Them project housing was brick like the Flintstones
Aye , them was some of the best times
I swear when it's
feed her salmon and pills
I woke up in St. Barts on a yacht with a thot
She want all the smoke like that time I smoked with Bart
Slob on my knob,
and Yang's a fight you'll never win
I study humans, that makes me an anthropologist
I'm not into politics but I know it's dark times
Parts of the world
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
a Grammy now?
Got a black judge tryna tear me down
All this jail time probably wear me down
Turn the lights off in the bathroom
Screaming, "Bloody,
at
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
a matter of time before the steady hate
Starts to overflow then the levee breaks
And my conscience go, you escape the rico
Why throw everything away
a matter of time before the steady hate
Starts to overflow then the levee breaks
And my conscience go, you escape the rico
Why throw everything away
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
us
We pump diesel I ain't talkin 'bout jeans or sneakers
Raid, man we gettin it harder
All day dog I live in the carter, take your time with it
Jump
up where I sleep
Ay Lil bro meet back on 17
To traffic all the ps
Boy you know I'm bout my Ghetty green
My daddy was a drug dealer like Project pat
the whippings
Seven times for them nights
Eight times for expenses
For all them nights a motherfucker couldn't afford shit
From project chicks to models that
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