Lyrics:
Damn
Middle of the projects with my gun in my hand
Most don't have a choice, so we choose to take a chance
Gambling
What you gon' do when it's time
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
the Nuclear family? Mommy, baby... and Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they fuck 'til her mother comes in from work. She's playing house, he's
cred' never max out!
In the club wit no pat down!
Tryna sell out them dates now
Thats from Cali to Capetown
Gotta house by the lake now
If you just heard,
emergence
Superlative, you fabricated like the word absurditive
I'm rockin' this from here to where the Persians live
To Brooklyn where the merchants live
See I got goals I'm tryna reach, put money aside
I want a house out by the beach, what a lovely surprise (yeah)
I'm talking out in Fiji where my
ain't no way, I lost the 'Rarri key
I think they hate I came from poverty
All day "I'll pay" like monopoly
Project baby in designer, keep a cool
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
can all eat went from a project kid
With a calculator watch
To a rollie, to cashin them royalties
You must be a fool playin
With this hungry dog's food
I heard about my nigga Zel
When He Got Game dropped his moms took us and Keith
Was told they shot him by his mom's house up the street
I was just home
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
break 'em from the get-go
Slidin' by, riding high when we get-go
Love it or leave it, we love livin illegal
Servin' or swerving in a '85 Regal
Look
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
f***ed and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
clubbed with some Dirty South thugs
Go all out thugs, go in your house thugs
Talk shit, put blood in your mouth thugs
36 South stuck, stay on route thugs
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
Falafel
No Soho house there's no falafel
Too many agents, too many managers
People sayin' words just to fill
Up all the calendars
That's why I moved from LA
mo', right after that
Yes, women you lookin so very beautiful here today
Some of you with the same thang on from the club last night(oh)
The Lord giveth
to strangers walking by
I might build a palace
Cuz my head is way too big for any houses
Get a room for anybody that's around me
Cuz they wanna live in a
They
When I wake up
Voice inside of my head
Says you gotta get up
You’re halfway dead
And you can't let 'em win
They’ll get inside of your mind
And you
heart was in da right place (ohhh)
I guess so I can live it put food on my plate
You must still love me not to let it in by three that day
Well
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