Lyrics:
lady leaning over that grill
Getting money rapping for the hood still
You know I'm ma keep it all the way trill
Trunk pop sitting crooked on 4's
Hit
Started out with a seven-gram quarter, flipped to half-a-ounce
Tryin' to keep clothes on my daughter and food in her mouth
It don't stop from sun-up
This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat
Project Pat gotta keep a strap, haters know I rap
Wanna shoot me in my gold teeth, blow me off the map
I attack like a shark would represent this hood
North
Project kidd from pride garden I'm out the ghetto
Took a picture from the hood in the ghetto
These tales from the hood in the ghetto
Yeah yeah yeah
the projects
I'm still in these streets like
I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I
Can't even stop yet
They already know I'm the man
When they see me
Fat black always strapped
Mouth full of golds like project pat
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Gettin to the money hoe I always do that
Fat
to the projects with me
I hold it down and I mean all the way down
Don't under estimate the three that you see
That all i know can't take the hood outta me
Cause
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
know he
Had to do the shit
'cause Project Pat is a convict
Whose North Memphis raised
Hood bred taking no shit
If I did the hit
You'll be left okey
"Everybody don't always make it
But there's always that guy back in
The hood that was the
Shit and inspired the people that
Did make it" Meek Mill
By the time
Some people don't know what it really means to be hood
They think you're made here just a stuffler, you're up to no good
They think these brothers
Gotta go get my nigga Alley Boy
Y'all niggas know the business project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Let's go, let's go, let's
With my album date announced, I pronounce I'm a killa
Bumping everything from Project Pat to Dilla
It's, truly disgusting the amount of money that we
the projects
Potato on the barrel keep quiet (Shh)
Catch a nigga slippin' from behind (Boom)
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G. Bobby Johnson!
O.G.
then nigga act like it
You claim you ballin huh, yo money don't stack right
I like yo car though (I like yo car), I wanna ride in it
I be on my hood rat
some dumb shit
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full
claustrophobic, we'll let 'em air
Dump-dump, reloaded the Amerikaz Nightmare
You know we keep big thangs
That make dead people when we hit brains
It's a wrap
Project Pat
Plus I'm on that 3-6
You know I'm on that Slim Thug
Know I'm on that YoungBloodz
You know I fuck with Young Buck
Know I'm on that Master P
locs fly through the sky
When opportunity comes it's do or die for me it's do or do
Haters wanna be downers but I'm Project Pat in this bitch who you
You
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
have her ass pumpin like the dope in the projects
I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet
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