Lyrics:
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
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
she in love with a dope boy
And she ain't worried 'bout them other hoes, old boy Mike got one
Don't be ashamed of the projects shawty, let 'em know
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
the hottest so the
Hottest I deserved the ball
It's that Cocaine Mafia connect
Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm
disciple
Best friends
Turn Into ya rivals
Fuck the etiquette
Ain't got time to let the numbers speak
Bitch I feel elite
I'm with all the smoke
Even provide
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
righteous motherfuckers with they flags out?'
Stapleton Projects, recognize you're lookin at
Allah's best, puttin on the hits is no contest
NOW, who
she was sick you really helped me with the stress of that
I'll always treasure that forever Pat
Nothing short of a legend
Your aura and presence was
met the buckle
Hustled, when I was called
With no smirk or chuckle
I was taught better
Finished talk, then leaving
Walk like a leader
Get stalked by
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
You knew how much you mean to me
You knew that you can always count on me
You should know I won't leave your side
Whenever you need me
Give you a pat
about no best
Y'all couldn't fuck with me my shots been going unchecked
They say talk is cheap, that's why i let the visa talk
New York state of mind, you
aunty meanwhile got a job, she now worked with the Canadian embassy in India.
Just after Shaine’s sixth birthday she was taken to the Philippines by her
organized plan
Get a van move down by the river man
Throw me a coconut, crack it open and drink it up
A bit of herb mixed with spliff tobacco
Good for a sore
chilling gettin chickens f**kin bitches poppin henny with ma dawgs
Cuz we big shows now
I don't care what nobody gotta say I'm the man cuz I'm standing
High my name is Pat Trick, I'm a Cancer and my best friend is a cup
It Runneth Over true, and I don't mind a pour or two but I can't fill you up
I'm
and popping, and never stopping and stopping
They fuck around with the projects, they fuck around with the projects
Man I don’t give a damn if they be hating
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
a .40 by my dick, just like sperm
She a very freaky girl, the best in the world
Asian and Brazil, but I caught her in my trail
Diamonds and pearls,
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,
buildings
Unlimited killings, menaces marked for death
Better known as the projects where junkies and rock heads dwell
Though I owe to it my success
With
up now
I don't give no f***
Who gotta problem with it
they gone say that I changed
they gone say that I'm strange
They just used to their chains
They
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