Lyrics:
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
Gotta get it on my own with dedication
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
I wanna take the world by storm
Some people
these projects, you know
They hate that I'm talking
They want it, my spot and they jocking
Just stop it, you not it, you know
Hunter D locked in, y'all
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
inside
And my project bitch got her seat belt off, totin' her lil deuce deuce in da ride
Can't trust not one bipolar hoe, fuck around tell the truth in
killed my spirit
So what little life I got left, y'all can expect me to ball
I pat myself, teacher said I was a lost cause
'Cause I used to roam them
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
gonna hate
Ima come through bouncin on my scrap plate
Yeeea yeeee
I'm gonna smoke some fuckin blunts
Pop the fuckin trunk, the neon lights gonna come
Spitting nothing but writtens in the booth
Solo dolo, by my fucking self
Aye
Shout out to Edward for the idea
I really be going I'm never gone stop
Like
Dado baby
Seven Nine 4 Pockets
Yeah
Straight out the projects
I came from nothing so I spent
A lot on my watches these bitches be jockin'
I got 'em
color tofu
For a small fee get ya cap peeled
You a advil
Hate inside my heart
Im at ya scene to show how that feel
Baby
I just want the dough my baby
If u
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
Ya
Oh
My oh my
Oh my oh my
Oh
Ya
They wide-eyed at my swag like they seen El Chapo
Mind is gold inside like the Sistine Chapel
My smile it shines
dreams boy we used to be robbing
If you my brother than we locked in
Came from the projects im not Project Pat
Grew up on the east side where the killers
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
song, and that bitch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts,
(Ugh)
They gon' hate to see me dancing on that private jet
(Woah)
Tryna talk some business but you ain't come correct
Ima act a fool when them bands
Yves Saint Laurent for my cape YSL dripping insane (dripping insane)
They insulting my name
Ain't ever been fazed by the hate (fazed by the hate)
I swag
By my muthafuckin' self
And now I hop right in that whip
And then I speed off
Zoom
Move lil bit watch my groove
These Nigga's want my swag
Might
They ain't fuck with my when I was all by my lonely, locked down on Carl Griffin
You broke the code, you put a dollar before me, we from the projects
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
I just been real upset
So i made this project baby
Knowing that you'll hear this
Wonder if you'll love or you'll hate me
Imma disappointment
Shooting
(Pipe that shit up TnT)
Fuck you, pay me, my attitude could make them hate me
Watch your lady, been fuckin' her on the daily
She pick me over
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