Lyrics:
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
dead in the middle of two generations
I'm little bro and big bro all at once
Just left the lab with young 21 Savage
I'm 'bout to go and meet Jigga for
came back to win, I just Pat Mahomes'd you
Did this by myself, yeah, so I don’t even need them
I write, produce, mix, and master, where do I begin?
So if
Doctors Schmitt and Draper way back in ninety three
Wrote a scientific paper on brain chemistry
They treated some old timers who suffered mem'ry
where yo biggies at
They wanted me locked playing pity pat
Mafia vibe
project pat
In the field no names attached
You a 6 9 you a known rat
Top down I
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
In the lab I post up
Pattering the slaps like I'm 'posed to
Surrounded by posters of beauty
Documented evidence of handling the booty
In the midst
to the lab, I'm getting back on my job
I'm fully backed by the Mobb, I keep my back to the wall
Keep the blacks to my wall
I'm trying to stack till I ball
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
ya boy Project Pat tah
Nigga get yo head chump beans in a trap ah
Hustlin' with the best rock none stop
Drumma beat 'happenin fo' no reason
These guns
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
eyes, they ain't never gon' tap
I just got me some motion from functions, that's facts
We ain't gettin pat down, yeah, we enter the back
Yeah, these
way
The police hit the block, swallow rocks
Throw the hate
Back in the same spot the next fuckin' day
Project Pat wassup
Jimmy Jimmy cocoa puff you
ridin' the slab
Wangin' out the frame, South Memphis, cruisin' Crump Ave
Crook by the book, if I was on that type of time
Wipin' shells in the bullets
a long flight,
So if I fall then I'm prepared for it to take my life,
And I ain't lookin' back, I never wanted to,
All I ever really wanted was somethin'
me in my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pat
how he go out like that?
Rumors in the hood was ?? was snitchin
I ain't believe that, pa, he
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Your Telegram and Discord, they'll be flocking in
Bring your project to the moon, watch it
What you got going on man
You already know P I'm in the lab right now
Aw shit man I was just about to send you a pack
Who works harder than Pat
What you
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
a heart attack
See you niggas moving different like Wale, I just step back
Niggas act funnier the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby,
an they playing the back
My brothers talk money not Nonsense
Word to mommy
We stay in some fly shit
It's A blessing
Dont live in the Projects
Every
like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
Hit a lick I came up, I'm back in the game
I came up, and now
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
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