Lyrics:
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
tracks, yeah
So when I'm browsing through your housing projects
Niggas get 5,000 shit is rough
Time to close I hit you with 16 of those
Next time maybe
back to the hole
Mistaken identity, every way was sold
I look like a hoodlum, I rock a lot of gold
They lockin' everybody up, ship your ass up the road
I
thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants sittin low with a rag
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov
Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off
Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun
And where
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
on fucking cellphones
I been going through it yea my life really a hell hole
Only mom and girl know
Only god and my niggas showed
Project baby but ma sure we
hang out of the jeans
Got it how could you not feed yo team
Out the Projects I'm locked in with G's
Lot of profits my pockets obese
Out of pocket my
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
a fucking tragedy
When you out of bounds
Look at me then pat me down
Feel for signals in my crown
Live for now I'm never bound
It's the source that's out
If the heat is on, I gotta freeze up by a nigga
Shitty hit da fans from da hands, sqeeze da trigga
ATAK OF DA BAL-HEDZ! sleep if ya wanna
Bets
growth spurt hit (it don't matter 'bout the size)
I'ma be captain, and I was around 2010, no cap ('cause you're here, right?)
I got "Freshman Player
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
Beat boy beat boy
Hit that perfect beat boy
Hit that perfect hit that perfect
Hit that perfect beat boy
Pump it uh
Yo pump it uh uh
Yo pump it uh
Lick
broke has no use
Only thing I get to give is the duece
I hit a lick and told e'm put it on my tooth
Boss of the bottom with the swag of a mobb
Pants
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
work, you might sell it, or you gon' get caught with it, ah
Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick (whole brick)
Fiends still hit me when they dope
of course it's a process
Goes to show you the project
Lucid dream in your head I'm a concept
When I television keep in mind
Stay on grind with the mission
[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, it all began like, bust it
My nigga City bout to bounce on a trip
We met some niggas with a lot of things they want em to flip
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
pushin' flowers, probably be out here pushin' packs
36 O's for the mafia, I feel like Project Pat
Ayy, ayy, I can't stand a nigga always talkin' bout they
questions
Unless she's a restless spirit then I can heal it
Spend a lot of time together, I know her feelings
But you fightin' what the essence of a woman
the demons off my shoulders still trynna be great
I see a lot of people trippin over the mistakes
Man you'll get over it I stand where I've always been
I got
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