Lyrics:
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
rich, but I don't mean to boast
The hood still in me I go from Big Bank to Jimmy with a Semi
Better shoot ya shot if I don't drop
Then you got it by spin
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood
exotic
Rich bitch let me take you to the projects
Show you where I make the profit
You a queen but you could be my hood goddess
(Repeat)
Yeah yeah
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
Back in the projects
Back in the projects
I lost it all
Now I'm back in the projects
Big shots, hardcore drugs
Everything crooked, what you
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
(Hold on, hold on)
Ayo, yo, yo kid (what's up?)
What up? (What's up, baby?)
Ayo, yo, I just seen this kid over there
Over there, right over there by
to be questioned
Have your whole hood holler shit about my progression
[Verse 4: T.I.]
You knowin' my attitude shitty, only a buck fifty
So I keep
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
ride, ride swerve, swerve
Now they were thinkin dirty south
Was like he haw, he haw
Is you worth over a hundred mill
We are we are hood rich, pockets
bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Why'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet, I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This
You hoes fade in the background
You better check my background
Like project pat lay smack down
You weak ass hoe's don't come round
Don't make false move
weed Sunday block party has the block Gnarly the hood gangsta just Finessed big homie glock forty Lookin at my friends
Brand new fits and brand new
some millions
Uh, live from the projects
Any hood know I still got on all my shit
100k on my neck
Die for my respect
Tryin' ride on the kid, fuck
slide by
In a drop wit yo Bae on the Southside
Pat em down check his mans
We got MOB ties
Frito-lay countin' cake sipping Mai Tais
I'm on tour in yo city
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
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
whole donkey (Donkey)
Bullshit, slime stay on it (I'm a slime)
Stick on my side like my sideline (Sideline)
Pull up in your hood, that's a drive-by
fiend
Rich kids crack jokes, on those who reside in the projects
But be in them same projects, tryin to buy some weed or some X
But it ain't no
fiend
Rich kids crack jokes, on those who reside in the projects
But be in them same projects, tryin to buy some weed or some X
But it ain't no
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
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