Lyrics:
While I'm on my way to business
In a coupe with a chicken goof
Bumpin Project Pat
Drinking goose
I cant eat a rat
Chicken aint that bad
Hit up Coop for
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
Back in my bag, black hoodie match the strap and the mask
(Maching the strap)
7 days out the week and I still cant find time to relax
(Can't do it)
Keep it on the low
I'm falling in love I just gotta let you know
I gotta let you know
I gotta let you know
Need some privacy
7 days a week
We can keep it
High my name is Pat Trick, I'm a Cancer and my best friend is a cup
It Runneth Over true, and I don't mind a pour or two but I can't fill you up
I'm
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
Kat. Heh, get that?
Cop Cris' by the six-pack, Range Rov?' Dot six that
Benz Coupe, drop six that
Buggy eye seven come out? Shit, took the six back
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
finally said somethin
Usually she would get scared and wouldn't say nothin
Days that went by, she had to cry, wonder why did it happen to me
Day
you in that place. My heart was beating oh so fast and could I speak to you at last. I didn't see you again. One whole week. chh seven days. Sad my
Seven days a week
Four weeks of the month
All months of the year
It`s a lonely, lonely ride
You managed to fit the dress
By the time you were 16
You made
To the point that when I came out, they thought I was someone else
Ain't planned it like that, but it helps
Remember recoding every week, just to get my tops
do seven days a week
They say money and Drugs Makes the world go round
So I'll sell you what you want by the ounce or the pound
If its money to be made
Project style, ate government cheese for a while
Pop Duke wasn't there 'cause he had to do a bid
so momma love stuck with these bad ass kids
She
Seven days a week you're stalling down by the broken tree
Dig deeper, dig dig deeper you're gonna have to dig for me
Seven days a week you're
the week, day by day,
Learning the names, as we play.
Tuesday, Wednesday, feel the groove,
Thursday, Friday, make your move!
Seven days to sing and dance,
a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin buddha philly blunt style
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take
of the projects, without forgettin' where you came from
My parents told me from day one
Finish school and avoid all obstacles
But my environment, makes it so
It's a shoot
cnd I been livin right above the poverty line
Been working round the clock
cnd I'm running out of time
7 days in a week
Been working over
session
I smoke to calm aggression
Let me explain why I been stressing
Day by day I'm tryna get by you know just live life
Push through my day get home
later and a pat on the shoulder
And by midnight, they're back on the street
They walk to the corner of 4th street and Broadway
Then take the first
will be my last day
No week by week with you
Not trick by trick on you
No see you soon coz I've been on the moon
You ruined my brain...
Ohh... girl no
(Lex Nour)
I been fasting, I ain't eating
They sleep on me so fuck it I ain't sleeping
Seven days without work makes one week
I ain't weak, I
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