Lyrics:
well, hope for good, won't let down expectations
Damn, this album's ending now
Been a long journey through ups and downs
Good vibes, bad times, smiling
like David Aldridge
By 17th was them apartments, lived really in the projects
It's been a minute since locked, but still looked at as a convict
I still
his ride, pat him down (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mr. Nigga, Nigga-Nigga
He got the speakers in the trunk with the bass on crunk
Now, who is the cat with
Hold a verse like a Wisdom, smack tracks on her ass
Quick competition, got you in a smash
Diamond thoughts, bite down on your ear
I fear none,
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
losing it for a minute
Promoted thе cynical tenet and then submitted
Thermobaric albums and nobody wanna listen
He will not forget being
Vetted and being
my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news, tellin the truth
Off the project roof, they always have secret spies with eyes
Watchin me
Back by poular deman, it's magic
Dedicated (yeah)
When Carlito was dying
He see the shadow of his girl dancing with the baby
Like fuck it,
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
government cheese
Spray on Suzuki's, eleven-hundred CC's
No plate on the back, straight squeezin' the MAC
In the hood they identify niggas by they cars
So
actin hella naughty
“Hamza would you diss t n p”, yeah prolly
“Hamza would you wanna be like me”, not likely
But change the topic
I drop a classic album
Riding by myself
Bumping beats no distractions
If a nigga catch me lacking while steeeze
Watching that's a savage
Sipping Jose
Puffing piro
With
the dreams that
they sold That's right, I copped it
Believe I see a profit like it was spoke by a prophet
Start up a project and look out for the prospect In
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tec and a banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crackhead
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good
Manhattan awaits
I'll never say what happened upstate
Too close to call, call it even, even though I got it down pat
No pat downs, just pounds and daps,
is a deep dive going down the abyss layer by layer with each song
Much love
repeat and attack
See theres freedom in rap
Che Guevera of this soiree
This Infidel, Cast your ass down the hallway
That 05 Pats shit, super bowls packed
this mud by myself
Huh
Stay down then come up that's the plan
That's the plan
Stay down then come up that's the plan
That's the Plan
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah,
like, come back to it later
That's like... exactly what this is
Notes
Create two albums, then release one
I'm untitled
The new project, from the projects
number for the souls under the heavens
Because I disrespected reverend confessions of my presence
Life lessons with a message, protracted by the most high
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the
Cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with
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