Lyrics:
Three-hundred pound nigga, po-po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects shall undergo therapy
We never voted, we voting for Oprah, Obama, and Eric B.
but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks,
out, They kneeling on my neck and still won't see them ever back me down
Airport they gonna pat me down, in the store they follow 'round
In this system
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
official
Yeah
I ride through the ghetto windows down halfway
Halfway out of my mind music on 9 blasting Donny Hathaway
Me and my niggas spending
out the projects
Mold her like some Play-Doh (like some Play-Doh, she mine)
Everything bueno and I'm riding 'round gettin' my pesos (gettin' the cash)
the project wars
Bullets never pour
Snatch your life from menacin crack-whores
By standing just outside of the limits of the law
On the face of human waste
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,
it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the .40 by my dick I keep on pissin' on the hammer
When they talkin'
Like a pregnant hooker, at the end of her shift
I'm almost out of motherfucking fucks to give
So, fuck MGK and his resting bitch face
By the way… how
a slut
Now this is how the shit begins
I met Dana by one of my friends
By Big O just to be exact
We was just chillin' by my homie named Pat
Then I heard
(By us some snacks)
Shawty hold my number before she sent me her nudes (Sent me her nudes)
She told me, "Rylo, it's a honor, you know I dropped out
my guns
All my women
Ryc is chillin
Sorta like a villain
Surrounded by funky fresh n fly women
Some um is poolside, some um is swimmin
Some um
fuck you)
I got the projects on lock, they trust my logic
'Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
snake
Ruben fucking Slikk
I jack my dick and then I masturbate
24 times and skeet up in her face
Just to feel the load in her fucking mouth
Tell that
circumvent
shout out project pat
mista don't play and i been leaning since
i get high off that mothefucking…
wetto ride like a motherfucking…
down to die for
teacher from my home room
Said I wouldn't make it
Stupid bitch I told you you lied
So I called Trae Tha Truth
And I hit Project Pat now
We balling
I'm out of my mind like a blond haired kid on MK Ultra
Strapped with an AR 15 I just got from Nova Scotia Pat Stay just sent it over
Get a pat on my
around the facts, so bullshit
I was all in, you only threw a couple chips
Fuck out my face, why you looking out of place
Circle small I'm with my dawgs
Got a Blackberry, was gettin' too much face time
Back to fuckin' project bitches, now I hate dimes
All they want is money my nigga, I can't waste mine
what you about
Call you for breakfast to get you out
And see if you just some eyes without a face
Let me see ya crib - take me to ya place
I wanna show
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
project
Working out my little muscles
This is how I escape it all
This is how I live happy and positive
This is how my face looks so peaceful and young
It's
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