Lyrics:
on Thanksgiving we distracted by who's winning it's a rigged game
Shorty fine plus da wig giving Bitch slay
How about I get ya nails done dats a trick play
Now
the red october
with out a pocket full of money
your boy get lonely
i call up pat rich and jackpot they my homies
juss like da grinch
hundred dolla bills
it in my eyes
Said im tryna do something wit you in a ride
Every time we link up its a vibe
Issa vibe issa vibe issa vibe
I get da callin you baby
projects
Murderidian Mississippi listen all that shit there
Look real war veteran
Iraq, kuwait, afghanistan i did all that let's get in there
Got crossed out
psychopathic, schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
Murderer, robber psychopathic, schizophrenic
It's your own nigga Project Pat
I'm a G
Paid for by W.I.C., so who's getting dicked? Who reigns supreme?
had em blow up da Jack
Den I ran down with my pat
Gun on his lap
That's when that Nigga got clapped
Jus tryna get to them racks
I'm on my demon time
I
cause racks I get that
And I got songs with real OG's
Shout out to my Nigga Project Pat
Got love for me people all my cars are black
Keep it real solid
This yo course niggas
Say none of that sucka duck ass shit
Nigga it's that real street music
Project Pat
Hear you guys scream, HAM in the streets
I
I'm pissing limits
Civil servants think I'm listening
Passing by I'm dodging litmus
Blessings disguised as some lessons
Lesson 1 don't pay for misfits
you on my gram
I'm a put you on my closefriends
Show me how they do it when they comin outta' Oakland
Man that pussy fye, get ya back up off the wall
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,
by the serpent
Wine on your lips
I'm close enough to know that that's
As fine as it gets
I'm in too deep and I'm divin' for dinner
She lets me know
The pavement in the neighborhood I'm walking
These are life and times of jabar rolle now pause it
Dreams of being a drug dealer like Hova the god if
I get caught
came out a da mud
Dustin dis dirt up off of me
You Thought you killed me bitch
Well I been born again like a resurrection
I'm back backed by popular
Killing us one by one
In one way or another
America will find a way to eliminate the problem
One by one
The problem is, the troublesome black
mind
I'm like damn
First she blocked me
Now she throwing pussy for the gram
Tryna receive attention
Bitch you don't know who I am
I was raised by project
Cammy, and Wallabies
I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me boomin' like ba-da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed
at
Knife Talk no feature Project Pat
Lonely nights spent by myself
How is it possible to love oneself
Shut out from the world just me and my pen
Writing
swag
Then you should look up in the stars
The stars [x3]
Look up at da stars
Look up at da stars
Look up at da stars
[Wale:]
Now I'm back on my
and Wallabies
I smoke la like daa da dee
It got me boomin' like ba da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be
Imma patron sipper
Dice flicker
Project hallway pisser
Nasty nigga
You a fuckin boot licker
Dick sucker
Yo bitch a sips freak
Toe touch a
I been
a snack
I was a young nigga on the block, watchin' cuz sell crack
I cannot save bitch, grew up on Project Pat
Itching for that drank, think I'm about
a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I
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