Lyrics:
Project Pat to fall but the money piles
*** know I'm off the chain, wild as a child
There ain't no need to ask, gangsta's my style
Kept my street,
Project zero - blessed cloud
Gotta get us down now
Waiting on the reef tank
For the sun on the river bank
Covered by the snow
I think it's time
how many niggas I writes off
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
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
Sorry for the wait of OUT OF NOWHERE
Hits take time, y'all know that
Cheaz & Flacx drop it's a problem
Saw the time flyin' by like the OVO Jet, yeah
of the Carter
You know, the ones who made it, who wasn't trapped by the thought of
Only selling drugs saying this the way a nigga brought up
Do the Project
Like a rocket as I pass by, pussy boy
This ain't sci-fi, hear the skkkrt
It's a drive-by, grab that glizzy
It's a modify you indoors
Bitch, I'm outside
Anita Baker then I got exposed
To Prince i think
It was "The Beautiful Ones" He was screaming
At the end and this lady who
Was playing it was saying
turn to flip the script
But you so high with me, we can't even trip
And that lace on, I'm a take it off
You know what's happening just by default
And now
Peace to man, woman and child
Word up (we got you covered, baby)
Projects (we're here for you)
Projects peoples, one love
Keep your head clear, we
Peace to man, woman and child
Word up (we got you covered, baby)
Projects (we're here for you)
Projects peoples, one love
Keep your head clear, we
stay sippin' on some drr-aank and the Project Pat
You know he's got my back
I'm all about my fetti, my cream, and my stack
I'm a put it down I got
[Chorus x2]
Still ridin clean, makin cheese, and gettin my dick sucked
Still makin cheese, ridin clean, and gettin my dick sucked
[Project Pat]
I
when I start pullin' cards
'cause J will be the Barrier
2 Dope will be the Carrier
And Project Born is Sworn to put a bullet in your derriere
It's
talking that nonsense
I ball like the rockets
And bitch I can’t stop it
See now I’m a problem
And you can not solve it
We young and we got this
Said all my
, 17
Nigga, get to running
I think I'm Project Pat
I be fucking with chicken heads
Fuck it on this cougar bitch
Did it in her husband bed
Benjis in
feel uninspired
Lookin' out, lookin' out of my project window
(Oh, I'm lookin' out)
Oh, it makes me feel, so tired
Yo, if this piano's the cake,
thirty bags down to the projects
I got one, two, three, four shooters clutchin' carbines
I got bad bitches and they ass fat
Rock designer bags
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
(Young Dreadz'll get you high)
I got the over the shoulder look pat down
Ah me that the boy wan' track down (ay)
Whole squad pulled up so they
Got to fill up my pockets
And not forget when I got it that
My heart had to unlock it shot it
Quicker than a bow and arrow did
You would have thought
Ayy it's Kodak man
And when my mixtape drop I swear to God
Y'all gon' be filthy project baby
Okay
Look, jit gon' hit a lick
Quick and he can rap (He
Informant, you on fed shit, you on fed shit
I can't hang with it
Got that, got this, got that, got this
Got that, got this, got that, got this
Look at 'em
'm buzzin
I'm dripping got to wipe me down
Real talk nigga gotta wipe this off
Feds caught my nigga with fifty pounds
Hold it down nah we ain't soft
Hit
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