Lyrics:
shake a couple cops
A broke a couple rules
Didn't graduate from school
Cus I was busy hustling, man, I thought that shit was cool
See I gotta keep it
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
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
the home that I started building
2 Years went by
Less questions were in need of drilling
3 Years went by
I hammered in my head that this project would never
a nigga by his collar
Pistol to his head
When I pull the trigger
Bet a dollar that tricks dead
Dead on arrival wit' his weak boy at the club
Trying to fuck
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
Aye can you throw on some shit my dad would listen to?
Just cause I love you, don't mean that I won't deceive you
Or be deceived by evil
I promise
You a college chick, you a college chick
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship
Clap that ass, just like the clapper
All these bands
on it,
just put it there
That's the way it's always been round here
You can trust a man
when he held out is hand and said
"Lets shake on it"
They were
kujo know they come to snatch the whole plate
God go strike you if you keep up all that rap cap
Ratchet bitch hair itch project pat don’t scratch it
Out
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
trusted by the people that you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
You gotta keep one eye
thirty-eight
Revenge is a bitch, and my hit shake the murder rate
Word to the mutha, I'm touched
When moms come by, niggas hush or get rushed
Maybe one day
and falsty knives
That blow you clear out of sight
You're wit' all your might
Your conscious is stayin' by
You all in that sacrifice
I'm going off
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,
803 shit 803 shit
803 shit 803 shit
This that 803 shit
I'm way too lit (too lit)
Just like my wrist (my wrist)
Everybody say that they do the shit
Yeah,it's on for the 1-9-9-9
Project Pat in this hoe
Putting this ghetto bump in ya speaker
Hypnotize done made it
You know the business hoe
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't never hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me
shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top)
Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked
(Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
back
Gotta keep it natural
True to the source blast off with some sassafras
Pat me on the backside
I'll remember that
It's an oracle
Omen radical
Now
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