Lyrics:
burning off, layered thick,
a cargo that I haul, wounds and loves unresolved.
I wake up with the sun in my eyes.
The present moment tries
but now I'm back
building up break it down in a wrap
I been losing hair got to stop wearing hats
Brady wit the stats need a pat on the back
Album on the way
Couple tracks
can’t come into the house without a pat down
Set back after set back they just pushing me to get back
They don’t wanna see me winning
I don’t really
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Please
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
of tracks
To add to the wall full of plaques
Hanging up in the office in back of my house like trophies
Did y'all think I'ma let my dough freeze?
Ho
it done
Back to back like the kappa tracksuit the 90s son
Wising up to the world see me in 91
To the lab sessions
The had blessings Been 21
Thats that
Hi, it's Andrew reporting for KRAM
First on the news, football went ham
Gavin and Myself doing a project
We need a story or we will get wrecked
By
Chris, Kippes, Dallas, Norm & Pat
Never forgotten, never that
Caught you slippin' now your ass
In the scope, shit parasitic
And your ass is just a host
They know ain't no hoe in us
Ain't no controlling us
Riding wit my niggas so it only love
Hold on let me focus up
Sipping on that Pat and now I got
on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved
with his head
Bullets kick his back, if he try to duck & run off on his mans
Check me out nigga, I did 25k off like three albums by myself nigga
They
money
We in the benz
We drive cars
We fuck your hoes
We taking charge
We gettin dough
Yall niggas pussy
I cut your face
I'm in your hood
Every fucking
my page, now she calling me back
I been through hell, and I'm telling her that
All that she wanted, she telling me cap
Call me Pat Mahomes, I just
on the fritzs
And I seen what I thought were the pits
In the past, now I piecing together all the pacts
That I made back in tenth, grade
Made back in the tents,
And I got my wrist froze
Nigga what you know
We in the trap house
Counting up c notes
Ain't no more losses
Came from the projects
Where niggas could
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
("Step in the Arena" sample scratched)
Step by Step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit
This is big!
Chi Twon girls have di badonkadonk (Oh!)
A-T-L junk in di trunk a bounce (Oh!)
Jamaican girls pat yuh front a clump (Come on!)
Miami
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
in here
Got these juicy booty hoes
With the g-strings on
When they play that Project Pat, that beat
That's my song memphis Tenn, my home
North Memphis
Yeah
Jit
I'm jumpin' outta that Rolls
If a nigga try me then I'm pushin' his hat back (hat back)
Louis V vest on my back
Quarter mil' in
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
Wow, we in stereo?
Question for the ages
What's going on with my back pages?
Rappers wanna be down, but listen listen
You got to feel it within
the night (Night)
With my son, Pat
Hit the spliff and we burn packs
In the store, I need all that
In the store, I need all that (All that)
Doin' too
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