Lyrics:
by she said she seen me in the club
In the project x party where I ran into my plug
Think he tryna overdose he got three pills on his tongue
I just
no stalling. Dey prey I’m falling. Use to trap in dem apartments. It turn me heartless.
24-7 I’m posted in da projects more Dan big cockroaches. Fuck
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
and the Lord taketh away
Please Lord Jesus I wish you'd taketh away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespectin the House of God with that thing on
It don't even look
drop the phone if I call
See I'm livin' real large eventhough I'm real small
But don't let that fool ya
Money rules everything around me
Creepin' up
with the wide ass back
Tear the up saloon
Go project pat
Or you can catch me outside how bout that
Make your girl have a Asthma attack
Take her breath
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
this bitch out
Been pimping its nothing to kick a bitch out
Good on my own I don't need no one else
Said I'm good by myself so I don't need yo help
Bitch
paint my picture
This The Renaissance Project going strong my picture
We are all artist influenced by those that came before us
Bob Ross painted many
of the town
All you get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Without the woman I can
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
you better be scared
'cause La Chat don't give a fuck about doin time in the fed
[Chorus]
Bitch you claimin yo real
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
I'm ready
I got a diamond tester in the back
All of my gold shine, Project Pat
She want relations, I don't interact
Vivienne West bag on my back
Fuckin' this
Turn around for me now
I don't need to say this one more time
Turn around for me now
And I'll be there by your side
Turn around for me now
It's too
that by any means
Remember, I ain't have nothin
Empty pocket jeans
I used to wish upon a star
I had project dreams
They wanna know
How a young nigga be
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
ravaged by the dogs
'Cause there's a system
And my black-ass just don't fit in, oh I get it
Shit is a race game, and this game is hopeless
From the 60s
and got ah sack and grabbed a smith and western
Looked at the projects like I got us ima be a legend
Look in the mirror like I'm tired of stressing
If
[Chorus 4x]
[Project Pat]
Fuck around and get gun end, straight up out the pen
From the mane with the sawed-off, lay up off the Gin
You can win if you
of the town
All you get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Without the woman I can
of the town
All you get is lonely
Turn your love around
Don't you turn me down
I can show you how
Turn your love around
Without the woman I can
Only On The Westside Fool
Surrounded By Section 8 Houses And The Projects
A Place Where You Make The Wrong Turn, You're Gettin Robbed At
We All
This time around, I don't know what to say no more
This time around, I don't know if I can stay no more
I wanna bring us back, but don't know what
(What's up, Jay Rock?) Shit, just the same old same old
Same fiends in the hood, chasing the best dope
Project hustling, chasing them pesos
It's
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