Lyrics:
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
niggas got money and forgot who they are
We rob, kill, steal, whatever
("Ayo dunn when you gettin out the hood"), Never
My people need me, my heart is
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,
Said we had to gone trust the process
Now anything we want yea we cop that
When I'm making moves you can't stop that
When it's money on my mind you
bill
(Project Pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac
(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas
My mama tell, uh-uh-uh
Uh-uh-uh, uh-uh, huh?
My mama tell me (mama), "Be careful, better stay out them projects (projects)
Better watch for them
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
The #1 ringtone! It's goin' down!
Don't call me no more
And don't text me no mo
Project Pat featuring Three 6 Mafia
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my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
[spoken by Juicy J]
Yes sir, once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juiceman
North, North Part 2
Raise your thumbs up, my
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
Got apes with a case for banana clips
Sitting by the money on the safe
But I will bless them, like I been sneezing
I’m sick with the lyrics
My season
Yeah
Already know
Yakcartel
The time is me
I started from crash
I've been praying for cash
I've been working my part
I'm on project for life
Focus
& you all through the night by my project window samplo
Take your time relax your mind by my project window samplo
Sending chills up & down your spine by
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
Goldgrillz, Project Pat
Who, who, who the buckest?
Goldgrillz, Project Pat
Who the buckest up?
Yeah Hypnotize Minds
Who, who, who the buckest?
Goldgrillz,
on the block with the fiends and the moon
Squeeze on the glock tryna pop at a goon
He done stole my dough, he took my food
Project wasn't born with a silver
out here with the yay
We been counting money on them
We some rich young niggas out the projects
Still counting money on em
Screaming fuck them other
that you are no equal
While you are spending my money
You are afraid you are no equal
While you are spending my money
You can kill me, you can kill them
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
sound
But this is part
Of the project of the new record, as
He explains it: to present an "older
More experienced Meek Mill"
Dreams Worth More Than Money
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