Lyrics:
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
You shook, cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
They never around when the beef cooks in my part of town
It's similar to Vietnam
Now we all
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
if you ain't droppin ya sword
I got tattoos as well as lead marks
To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start
My opinion
and what you learned to do
but you ain't got the right tools
clowin on ure new C.D.
now hoe tell me what that proved
I ain't seen shit new
check ya
they ain't telling
Live by the code of the streets
Never move without my heat
Stay on my shit cause if I slip
I'm falling somewhere six feet deep
Got
'Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
Paid in full,
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
stores, I be jammin' it right
Ain't have no chicken
I had to go hit the road with my team
These niggas trippin'
They tryna beef over hoes with a chief
My
you feel me
You ain't got a choice
I ain't do no promo
Still made all that noise
This shit gon' be different
I set my intentions
I promise to slap
the whole world is a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the (wheel the sound)
I'm from the project buildings, high stories
My
boxed in
Blood on my chrome now I need some soap and rub it
Peeking at my Summit
Magazine is Drumming
This ain't no Olympics but I got him fucking running
[Kane]
Now I got me a 100 pounds of weed
5-50 a piece, now that's 55g's
Soldiers, servin' fiends down in New Orleans
Comin' out the projects sittin'
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
countin and countin'
It's fam before hoes, never beef bout a dollar
If so you a bitch, you get dragged by the collar
I'm praying, but feel like I beef with
[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
you ain't building my cash up
Then what the fucc
Are you doing here
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with
ain't building my cash up
Then what the fuck
Are you doing here.
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with
Wondering how I made it
Cause I ain't you
And you ain't me
I know y'all hate it
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo faking
I just got thorough with
nigga project Pat, get 'em
Patter, it's pumpin' for the strapper
A hundred louis belt and shoes
Money up to Gucci, we got chickens
Tossing chickens
What
or Kendrick Lamar or J. Cole or Drake
I feel like with my dog having my back, you know, I can compete with anybody
It's a shame I ain't got the money to market
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
Free lil Beno man he only got 4 more
Got damn already did a 10 piece
Riding with the heat heart cold and it’s empty
In a monkey suit I ain’t never wore
paid 5999
Got diamonds and Rolexes that shine at tha same time
I ain't scared... but I ain't dumb, and I ain't stupid
I know how ta survive in tha
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