Lyrics:
Kickback tonight n I'm tryna get right n Tre got a fifth so you know I'm with it
Boog hit me up say the hoes look right we ok let's get it
Seem like we hated
I got goons in the trap for the right cost
I watch you leap out then I take a nice loss
I play it raw and I ain't
Leavin till ya lights off
Fresh
Town where I was birthed
Lot of kids got merc'ed young, so we called it Murder Worth
Grew up as an urban kid, Funky Town, Murder Worth
Grew up
you push us, it's a bloodbath (Me and Ruger)
(Four shit, no ho shit)
That life forever, ever
(Roosevelt Street Project is the project I bang
of my city
Ghetto… nigga from the projects
Talk it and I did it
I was born in 92 but I’m the 23 of my city
Got my homies here wit me
Gotta bad bitch by
dance, ain't got rhythm?
What you got a man? I don't see you with him
Put your phone down, let's get it
Forget your Instagram and your Twitter
Got me
Startin the whip
Just by the pressin the key
Idk why the fuck
They mad at me (Why)
I went and got it
I got it myself
Y'all can stay hatin
I'm takin
nobody knows.
[Project Pat]
It seems like I might not even make it out here on these bricks,
Might have to murder a chick, might have to kill a bitch.
주말이 드디어
On my way to the airport now
Its okay Ill be there
On my way to the airport now
Wait wait
Wait wait flutter flutter
Wait wait pit-a-pat
be out here pushin' packs
36 O's for the mafia, I feel like Project Pat
Ayy, yeah, I got O's for the nine, niggas ain't takin' these
Hard to believe
from the odor
Kinda potent got me choking
What I'm smoking probably stronger
Than a Hitchcock! (Know it)
Face card worth a couple mil in New Orleans
alone
Like
You got a man, but you're still alone
Got me outside of myself
I've been curving all the shawties
Getting fried by myself
Need to work up on my
at, and I ain't shot back
Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat
And still got stacks from back from "What you know about that?"
I'm just a project
All the hustlers I ain't even quote it
New Wraith I ain't even rode it
Nick got a strap he ain't even load it
Shit real growing up in the projects
the trap and had a dream about a Rolls
Got some niggas locked cause they done played it by the code
Made a killing off the block but now we do that off
never shunned away from it cause what it mean to me
I did it with the fam too, yeah I got the team with me
Moving forward cause we know just what the past
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
calm and I know you'll pass middle class
Got me preaching through Qurans Allah know I'm sick of that
But, you hear the pitter pat
It keeps you in your
10 toes down like I'm real pat
I'm from the hood just like Project Pat
I'm from the hood just like Project Pat
Man I want my piece of the cake Yea
Man
flaunt it
Got homies in the projects while I'm doin' shows in Boston
Smoke away they pain their life a blur like the Gaussian
I'm in the UK, shockin' mates
potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
on the phone
What's up John, where the green, and I ain't gon' ask you twice
Bring it over by yourself, or I'll take your momma's life
In the life
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