Lyrics:
real; aww, it's testimony time
Oh who is that? Young Chris Bridges
Boy I'm glad you finally grew into them ears
Go on and testify
[Ludacris]
Lord, please
could never
Trojan war I sneak out through the door
Satan bore I make a coldless war
Kill Devil Hills it has been more than a ride
We made a project in
Project Pat-a)
(Moet in my lap-a) Hold on
(Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a) Okay I'm ready
Who you need?
We just popped up on the scene
I
Multiply simple logic
It's rules you can follow
If Dre ain't motivation, I don't know who is
Gift and a curse, maybe them shoes is too big
Or maybe I'm too
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
My life psychotic
So please just get off me
My wrist on the artic
I'm lying can't stop it
So I made you a project
Don't care about profit
Just want you
to da Windsor gameS
3 6 mafia... project pat
N Watch who u kicc it to cuz
CG MITE JUST RUN DAT BITCH BACC
Bacc in da day life was sweet
Don't kno Cody I
project opened my eyes
To so many things I wished I'd done in my life
I feel there's so much I have to do
Standing at the edge of a knife
Tipping too close
on properly?
You know, hittin' them kush ups
Puff, puff, pass, nigga project Pat
Nasty Man, Bun B, let's go
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff, puff, puff, pass
Puff,
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
(You sound so soft man)
(Look at this nerd)
(Who does he think he is)
(Ooo Boy Scout)
A little bit violent with this thoughts again
Not wanting
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
Thank you Project Pat
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
I want all the smoke
Repping the good guys always doing bad shit
of the day, all I need is cheese
Bumping Project Pat, thinkin' Getty green by myself
I don't wanna be seen, I ain't popping out, less i'm with the team
Niggas
that was chasin’ uh bag
I am the one puttin’ money on Books for the fam when my Brothas was stuck inna jam
Aye, aye
I guess I’m the man who was in it For
to mf who ain't gave me shit
Time heals all
But I guess it ain't get the memo yet
Life tore a nigga down
I put my self together
Pat myself on the back
blow I guess
From Bankhead up to your projects
No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take
Time to think, before I make mistakes just
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
sneeze
You ain't no man of God so your blessings are like a spiked seed
I don't trust your love I don't need it
You can only truly hate who you once loved
lifestyle, hope I don't ooze me
I'm sippin' Actavis, I'm feelin' woozy (woah, woah)
I guess I'll see you on that other side
Where the angels never cry,
niggas ain’t on that
I thought that I told ya
Niggas ain’t on it
Them niggas be cap
Going real hard like
Project pat
Got a lil bitch
That I hit
From
See, the best way to start a project is by telling the people what the project is about
So with no further delay, let's get to the matter at hand
This is architect music
Verbal street opera pop a 'tec man fully got the projects booming indeed
I ran through the tunnel
Terrorize speed
That's when
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