Lyrics:
But this is the voice of the one who saved it! It's basic!
Compartmentalized men tell lies,
cnd they have a thing for trashing menstruation
Don't you
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
Now the same ones who turned their back on me wanna get involved (Uh huh)
That's why I'm always picking up when the cheddar calls (Hello?)
I'm fired up,
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
la-di-da, la-di-da)
Ill wishes comin' from the people you keep closest (ayy, ayy)
Ball like a ringer in that prep uniform ('form)
I guess that worked out
know who's fucking really real with the project
I project my voice in front of your eyes
They can't see the work that I'll leave behind cause they in
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
your feelings that’s why you laying in bed stressed
And you can’t handle truth
But you can grip the liquor
I guess it make since if one
Not being real
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,
mountain high its making me nauseous
It's making me nauseous
I figure writing a couple rhymes will take me from projects
Who am I kidding i'ma nigga which
Who would've thought my dog's killer was prescription pads
Got me reaching through the bones I know I can't get him back
Got me teaching keep your
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
happening now
Big chain and Buss down
Airport security had to pat me down
She gone pop in for the don I'm happening now
Y'all taking too long it's happening
it there (yeah)
Catch a hole through the logo on your shirt
Why you rappin' 'bout the game
When you don't know how it work?
Me and Project Pat
grinning huh
Like I'm project pat but more wit a kodak smile
Stylin on these niggas with fashion that's coming out
In a few seasons believe or stay in denial
you're faced with evil you just turn away and cower
Well before you waste your time just tryna scour asking "who's that man?"
He only goes by Walter; born
a runner It's a sin amongst brothers who survive the
Come up When the opps tryna run up, daily I wonder
When the earth ripped with thunder, will God call my
stanzas
Yet still I fight these demons
Throned by upper-crusted phantoms
Eidolon mafioso, Nostradamus, solo no-show
Alone with oafs who nose-goes their
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (oh shit)
What now, nigga? What now?
What? Brewster Projects, nigga
One shot, two shot, three
Now back around
Get signed by the pats
What's he gonna do? I don't know sexual assault perhaps
Hello my friends
Thought this was gonna be the end
But I
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