Lyrics:
get here
It's already clear
Yeah, and for their sake I'm
A ball every year i'm a pause every tear
And tattoo it on my face niggas know
That I got that
mom still in the projects?"
I answered them vexed
Fuck out my face, pistol in my car, full clip
I read about Pablo Escobar and
Got on some shit
wordplay ricochet through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
Paralyzed in his wheelchair it's like
Born in a project hall next
To a fiend smacked out
Plus my pops wasn't around and
My moms was cracked out
OG's in my
you couldnt face
Haha ay, wait
I might have to go and take a couple to the face
Always by my lonely I don't ever do the fakes
Where I'm from it's crazy
there can kick rocks
Run these streets out here don't need cops
I'm calling all G's from each block, from each block
Codename Sensei, I live what my pen
Like I got paid by Pat riley
Real hood baby want Trina to fuck Kylie
I'm wildin'n out of town and mean business in my set
Put the hustler in and hustla
regardless
I never said I'm the best in the city I'm just the rawrest
They dick ride they want a pat on the back from you niggas
My mouth is dry as fuck from
on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is
Turned
that I'm livin' in
Animosity, no friend
Assed out, trying to get in
In the pen niggas sittin'
Wait on other niggas lives
Anger in my heart is struck
When
it there (yeah)
Catch a hole through the logo on your shirt
Why you rappin' 'bout the game
When you don't know how it work?
Me and Project Pat
I put my head down had cut the world off and now I'm so focused I ran it up
No time for fake love tha fuck out my face y'all gone think a young nigga
In the en
Niggas sittin' wait on other niggas lives
Anger in my body struck
When I hit them bridge you fuck
So is so rocks is in your face it ain't
cars smokin' gas
Niggas actin' like Cristal went out of style nigga
Money in it, go
Same kid from the projects, 5H
Just flew by in the i8
Still do
and macks
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' your cut, lettin' it bust
You get hit, that's on you, my nigga, you're outta luck
You're stuck like chuck, wodie,
will break the cuffs
Three hundred pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin'
pound nigga, po po has to fuck him up
They say that my projects should undergo therapy
We never voted, we votin' for Oprah, Obama, and Eric be
Guns
the homeboys locked up
Been up in that system feeling known that why I got ya
Bitches on my line tryna trick me out the knot huh
Empty inside jack o lantern face
to live
Take care of my kids, fuck all that stress
Never wore a vest, only holding tecs
[Chorus]
[Evidence]
We sold out every store in L.A.
It's
wear blue, I where black, nothing but black
'Cause goddamn it's a brand new payback
Fuck Pat Sajak, never did nothing for a nigga
On the trigga,
meme le flow
À Project Pat
Bats-toi
Tu vas t'prendre un coup d'lame
Bien placé près du foie
Dans les reins
Dans la nuque
Au nom du trente-trois
J'arrive
gonna fuck you and leave?
No, I I hadn't thought that far ahead
But of course, can I get you a T-Shirt?
Oh, can you not tickle my hair?
It's just
Put, pistols in faces of suckers
Out here doubtin' me
Broads, they is houndin' me
Still I'm in demand
I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
From
Put, pistols in faces of suckers
Out here doubtin' me
Broads, they is houndin' me
Still I'm in demand
I got gun powder residue, still on my hand
From
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