Lyrics:
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
Lil Project Youngin man
Can't tell me nothin' man
Quando Rondo nigga, yeah yeah
Lean got me in my feelings
Codeine bleedin' when I'm pissin'
Came
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
kiss the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin'
a major place
In a major city, that's my validation
Checks and balances I gotta fix my calibration
Shed tears when I put the pen to the pad
Rapping my
on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it locked
Rocking
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
still,
This be the city that never pity they would rather kill,
I wipe my eyes and check my clientele who by yourself,
I grab the pots and bakin'
Pick up the back end
Plug just said he got the pack in
Cash in
Strahan way I get the sack in
Split it with my niggas when I get the rack in
Pat
Damn
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
Bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka, bucka
Ha ha
You know the deal
It's just me, yo
Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negros and Latinos
On the chessbox
Yo, yeah, yo
I leave the mic in body bags, my rap style has
The force to leave you lost, like the tribe of Shabazz
Murderous material, made by
Uh, I'm stacking this bread to
Leave it for my junior
I told her give me head in the Uber
Wrist on freeze don't blame
Me blame my jeweler
I bring her
life up on a dream, ain't got the time to waste
My day ones push me for the better, buy our own place
Make our projects, in the complex, we'll live out
a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check
Sing the track now pause, stop
know a thing
Jump off make it snow or spring but anyway (WOO!!!)
Clubs, if y'all don't yet
I skips the pat down, cashier, and coat check (WOO!!!)
Sing
in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
Holla oochie bang bang
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
honeys' to the crib tonight
Guarantee we gon' get up in they rib tonight
Check the new slang
It's changed the braveheart gang bang
When you see me pass
south Memphis mane I chopped
Em at the wig shop
Im mo south Memphis must have
Problem with Lord Infamous chorus
(Project Pat) im mo north Memphis than
[(Chorus) 16x]
Fuck a bitch, mothafuck a bitch
[Project Pat]
Man its the mack pimp never simp
play these bitches like a chimp-panzee
pass the fine
gettin' green, Project Pat
Still not enough yet I can't stop til I see one million cash
As a kid I had the same toys for seven eight years
I always wished I
ain't have a 9 on me, they was lyin' on me
Court day with my old bird, they was spyin' on me
Tried to set me up, plantin' coke in my pocket
The beast pat
know just where to find me
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin
And them goons livin heartless
3 rules, get money,
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