Lyrics:
made me
Keep it 18, that's how my uncle raised me
Fuck a day care, I'm that project baby
In the strip club and I ain't even 18
Got a 9 with the beam,
can die together
As long as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and can't wait
Money on my mind
That mean I'm thinking of loot
Shit, ain't it the truth
Money is the top prio- "Money Over Murder
" that's the title of my bio
We cop
it's only right
Po po ain't around so I grab my pound
Money retaliated so I hit the ground
My life is on the line gotta hold my projects down
Can't
Project, I stay by the railway
I stood on the block, then I got me a spot
Now my daughter go shop for some Chanel frames
Trackin' device on the back
to boss up my lifestyle I got that check on me right
Now broke better get u some money
Fuckin on bitches An ain't got no income
I motivate all my niggas
Trapped out in the club
Strippers give me hugs
She puttin' money in my lap
Niggas like what the fuck
Is he a pimp is he a hustler
All the above yeah yeah
The problem is you don't get money on IG Live
We just made a tape split the royalties we getting major pay
I know you hate is me I'm on the project with your
drippin' i been drippin' i been drippin' like the pitcher
I'm the fire in the kitchen i still sizzle in the blizzard
Call me project pat-uh
Whip it whip it
stack it stay on your grind
To my dawgs in the projects
Dawgs in mansions stay on your grind
If you not my dog I don't need daps
I don't need laughs I
in here
Double M G we've been here
Straight from the north side
Right by the project how did I get here
Sippin' on lean with a bad ass bitch
From
dropped the top, I know it's one, no need to cut it out (huh?)
The money what it's 'bout ('bout)
My bitch bag cost a house (Guwop)
I shine too hard,
pillow seats
Parkin' bean projects where the killers be
Can't be talkin' out loud or niggas gettin' shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my
don't make me laugh
Get to mine, tell by my watch, this a different time
Livin' fine, I'm gettin' high as your shit decline
Who believes he movin' keys
at Pat Mcafee Indiana best
Meaning that I can retire with nothing set up and get right back
Been turnin my music to money and through ain’t much I know it
about this projects Thinkin' about my next move
How I'ma make it fuckin' big Nigga wanna play up in this bitch
I'll leave some shots up in his wig
Cause
hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got
hot, find me lookin' good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood, got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got
eloquent penmanship, chrysalis, finally blooming and popping like blemishes
All you project pat niggas been talkin that chicken shit
Lil Bitch I need
Keep a hood, I still go and fuck a fat bitch
Actress, slinging the backs of five Cleopatras
A cocaine Chef, I stretch money like elastic
My raps is
that crooked life right to the side
Gotta live better if I wanna get by
Tryna give my family a better life
Tryna live nice with a couple kids and a wife
make sure my casket's closed
Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes
I'm from the hood stupid
What type of facts are those
If you grew up with holes
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
a chance
At a glance, I'm a failure
Addicted to pushing paraphernalia
But Daddy had dreams once, my eyes had a gleam once
Innocence disappeared by
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