Lyrics:
you by the projects? You can take that dick (woo)
Bitches set it off when my head aching (ayy)
I see you going soft like a titty, ayy, bitch (ayy,
(You've got a magical… glow)
I'm in the fortress the darkness gives me chills
I don't wanna show off but my swag gets you killed
I'm in the fortress
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
my pocket, fly girl on your man
On the other hand, I could never waste time
I'm a everyday victim of a random hate crime
It's a scandalous game when
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
I'm in Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
of dis flip it den I get a lot back
I want da peso blue face dem cho choas
Fuck if yu hate hoe work by da boat load
Ughh
Nigga touch down in da city
Night
skipping i wasn't doing nun of my projects
I was busy in the yo I wasn't thinking about no college
Learned how to get some money my Og gave me some Knowledge
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
by the boobies, booby trapped
All white Bentley, I call that mama
My life crazy, like Obama's
You talk slick? Well I'm Osama
Bin Laden, I'm
I'm a DIY project
I'm trying my best
Got some habits need breaking here's my confession
I'm consumed by my fears which result in aggression
When I
get fly
Bought that Ralph forgot about my rent fly
You gotta pay the cost is what I live by
So imma put them Js on debit
Put that chain on credit
Just
[Grand Puba]
Uhh..
Now it's love, vs. hate
Time for my people to eliminate
that hate, let's love
Because it's our people that
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
hate my swag
I don't do this shit for nothing
Imma show yo ass
One day I'm pulling up
Inside the truck bands in the duffel bag
Nobody tell me different
se lou a
Yeah! I'm flying on top now cause i got my wing
You can never beat a winner cause he born to win
So, by the way look at me now i know you hate
wanna lock in
I was born to be a leader like my name is Stockton
See it's time to talk my shit while I'm making profit
Why the older Niggas tryna hate
outside) so I could be among
Yeah, my friends, how I miss bein young
Jorge, Jorge, Jorge of the projects (repeated)
[ VERSE 2 ]
Fun years are over (and
Now I'm back like this
Pat on my back
For coming back like this
Moving up the ranks
No coming back from this
Yes we moving by strength and compensate
They hate me so much they goin make themselves sick
And I can’t even blame em my swag is on drip
Swag on drip swag so lit
Got the people thinkin how
project pat got project straps
Ya know what that mean cheese and dope in the back
Lets get it still dirty out the muddy
I'm from the 'bany gotta show me
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