Lyrics:
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
Project Pat-a)
(Moet in my lap-a) Hold on
(Stayin on da grind, 'cause da loot gonna stack-a) Okay I'm ready
Who you need?
We just popped up on the scene
I
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
The three amigos we are running the game
Without the Savior in my life it probably never would change for better
You see how easy I can switch up the flow
loco but I know 'cuz reckless
I ain't gotta sleep in the projects, I did enough stressing
My father was a rolling stone but taught me one lesson
Do
to
Every time, I've been taking over my life
I got ambition, stabbing all my enemies
I know they hate, you see me winning
I get straight to the money
understand
For several weeks was by your side that was until you got a man
Double teaming with my ex
But claim adult yea no you can’t
This right here’s
bros
Cause mafia uguale stato
I said in italiano I can teach you how do I do
I'm writing evereyday I wanna change my fuckin life dude
Imma makin money
Watching brothers go down, my project friends smoking rock
My group divided and everthing was undecided
I was drinking, thinking: "Damn and my boat is
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
You don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
So
Red laces big booted like I’m Iraq bound
That frown will get you ate by
My cannibal from Sac Town
So relax pal, pat down, gat down, bat down
Blackout
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
the thunder
Came with my partners, been fucked up
Feet up, look at my face, it's a mean mug
You drinking cut from the same plug
I want the money fuck fame,
never folds
I take by example of course
Aye aye
My mind feels vacant right
Thanks to liq that I sip in the dead of night
It's a trip still I live like it
carpet burns off the rug
And to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns
And how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen
Ya
a nuketown, gotta blow by 2025
It ain't on the likely side, but all my skills keep my hope alive
Done seen soo many people die, I only hope that I can stay
Gettin' rich was my only plan (ayy)
'Cause you can't raise my son and have an OnlyFans (facts)
Project windows was my only fans (yeah)
Take my momma out
'em my life and I know that they feel me
Whole lot of money, you know I'm still dealing
I swear that this is one hell of a feeling
I walk
Yeah yeah
Posted with the family we be ducked off in the projects
Ima sell the drugs in my complex lotta niggas say it so they making these bomb
check them (pat down)
Me and May Rock on the track
You know we stay finessing (skrt)
Father stretch my hand
Guess I’m just like a blooming onion
(fuck
psychopathic, schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
It's your own nigga Project Pat
I'm a G
you go by
Acting like I don't mind
I was tryna show my feelings to you
Told me I should go die
'Least that's how it sounded
Guess we leave it all where
I fought that
What would you do if you was in my shoes?
Leave dudes in the rearview
V-12 engine, corners spinnin'
Twinkies shinin', pinky ring
it's happening now
Only inspired by my friends from way back
Said she wanna pop it in the car on the way back
Girl if you ain't really with it you
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