Lyrics:
Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this hood
North
now
Let me see where I started at
Hood cats are part of where it started at
We hustle hard to keep the sharks fear
For the score go to war like
it, it seems like the drama never ends
Be in the projects, like I never left out
Might be on odds goods, see a nigga stressed out
I can't take it
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,
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
jiggling
I'm tryna see that ass clap
She a very freaky girl
Shoutout Project Pat
Man shoutout to her mama
That gave her all of that
She got dat super strong
BITCH YOU GONNc GET PEELE
Gangsta Boo:
Call my nigga project pat
Dog i got the ends, I need 20's navigation 500s benz
Real quick can I flip the script
I
to the projects
They say I'm on tour while the Family package the product (uh uh)
Everybody gon' eat and I'm standin' next to that promise
Can't believe y'all
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
start in the hood, I keep it real with my goods
Lac, hurry up back, I know a nigga wan' buy some crack
Smack a whole brick on that bitch when it come
They never thought this would happen
I should just better myself
I ain't even gotta touch the pussy
That shit get wet by it'self
Nas got me out
10 toes down like I'm real pat
I'm from the hood just like Project Pat
I'm from the hood just like Project Pat
Man I want my piece of the cake Yea
Man
lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up
This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat
Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this hood
North
, come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
We was used to taking losses, ran it up, I started balling with you
The whole hood cried when you died, that's what you call official
Forever on my
air, what you want?
Commas'll bring you where you want, huh
Tryin' not to sin it, but it's hard
Projects, ask your girl what you want
Nigga she will
Let's live long (C'mon)
Yeah, it's MOB, I'm a outlaw
Came a long way from selling raw
Now I sell out tour (Talk to 'em)
Keep the swam on me
Whenever I'm
the projects
I'm still in these streets like
I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I
Can't even stop yet
They already know I'm the man
When they see me
to the projects with me
I hold it down and I mean all the way down
Don't under estimate the three that you see
That all i know can't take the hood outta me
Cause
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
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