Lyrics:
When I wake up
Voice inside of my head
Says you gotta get up
You’re halfway dead
And you can't let 'em win
They’ll get inside of your mind
And you
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
Yeah it's pretty cool
Alright but that was hot
But when you go from that to lyin'
'bout been sponsored by a condom packet
It's safe to say your career's
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
at the local pizza parlor when the summer heats beating so hard it depletes my armor, by the time I made it halfway I'm dealing with a bad taste seeping in my
A day to let loose over shaded by the truth
That I'm really getting older and I don't know what to do
Because college ain't the move, and I'm halfway
[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
house I said: "I'm with you, toots"
The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses
She started winking and making little passes
At me she pat me
present kinda pass by
I'm trying to pass my past, retaining struggles from y past lives
Remembering the times when I was scared to go outside
Cos there
I said hello
she said you're kind of cute I said yes I know
but by the way sweetheart what's your name
she said my friends like to call me exotic
I live, will I die
God forgive me of my sin
Didn't fully see from Gin
Hot as hell
Lookin' for a way to take me from this pressure
Poverty
"Live from New York it's Saturday Nite!" (Scratched 4x)
[Uneek]
Ayo kid for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name
house I said: "I'm with you, toots"
The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses
She started winking and making little passes
At me she pat me
slide
Pullin up to your parents house
It's about to be a homicide
Out side in the bushes
Got me feeling like I'm project pat
Ghetty green up in this blunt
in the Benz'o sippin' XO
From the Don to God's Son, the Project Prophet, the live one
The father of Destiny, Knight's pops, Will's man
Jungle's
ya
I got PTSD from the killin's of these beats
I'm a veteran
I came in the game like a soldier
I could sun you like Barbosa
Me and Nash playin' soccer
a call, and maybe we'll hang out next week."
I pat him on the shoulder, say, "Thanks for stoppin' by."
Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care,
loud
The bank's foreclosing on grandpa's house
While a stroke peels the last bit of life from his brain
So we go to Florida, me and my dad
To load up
temperaments, left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries
temperaments, left continents dented
Poison vintage wine rhymes I invented
Drunk by the drunken punches that punctures the heart
Vital sparks from the arteries
Dirty South thugs
Ball out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South thugs, stay on route thugs
You know how
shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags
'Cause that's how we
right after that
Yes, women you looking so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thing on from the club last night
The Lord give'th
wish they would
Still riding with that gat in my neighborhood
Still bumpin that project pat and I’m smokin good
It’s Dan Beezy but you might know me
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