Lyrics:
the splat
If I sign a contract I'mma need the max
Pushin' P I bring the heat like project pat
Nah you can't fuck with that
Pitter patter, flexing all that
faith &
Action caught a straight aligning
Verse 2: Project Pat
Thank the lord that Im still alive
Look at where he brought me
Still on the earth
In
of the Year" and figured I was on track
This nigga Pat' been in my ear talkin' 'bout rhymin' on tracks
So after practice we record and then we got it on wax
go to school
All by myself run me yo' shit for that flag
I got my second million dollars
I'll never look back
I give my youngin' 20 thousand for
ya, Ewem ya, Ewem ya
Money cars clothes
Gotta put God first and don't be distracted by your hoes
Gotta let the spirit lead
If it's a school thing
(You did me wrong, wrong)
No ghost writer wrote shit up on my song
I share my thoughts for the money and not for the fame
Mama, she up in the projects
Hit em asking what who when why when
I'm on X I'm on Ten
Rep yo mothafucking set
Shutout fucking Project Pat
Put that on la chat and on crunchy black
know what it is I’m a ysn young sauce nigga king pin niggas say they trap how you working for the white I’m was taught to get my own money never ask for
aspect
I Love it, when I'm high
I'm at my Best, when I'm hiiigh
I like my sex, when I'm hii-iiigh
Cash, Tecs flash Tecs
When I ride through ya projects
to lock in the plans
Dog
Dog
Call up 911
Cus' the projects is on fire
But I got my gun
What's your object of desire
To become the entire empire
Probably had the same glock and got the same worth
I'll whack ya ass and skip to da N.O
And lay low in the projects with my kin-folk
AK-47 with the shoulder
not trust em
Got chains on my wallet
Been cross the border
With shit strapped up on me
To strengthen my pockets
Right by the border
Shit that's where I
this is it it ain't no second guessing
Jumped off the porch and got the bands told all my niggas us
And I made a plan
Young nigga bout money I made
In the zone, yeah I’m by myself but I’m in the zone (Ok, ok)
Been makin' projects, while the rest of you were makin' songs (Yeah)
Christmas time is
gotta put some shine around my babygirl's neck
So, it's off to the money
I'm all for the bunnies, but my lady know I'm comin' home
I need that pot o'
screwed up like DJ Skrew
Don't have my money, nigga fuck you and your boo
Got amphetamines for them dope fiends
Where I'm from a little town called New
Oh it's hot outside man
Meek Millys coming daddy
Hundred for the walkthrough I'm not who you talk to
Drive by wet you up, nigga that's a carpool
the sceptre's clean
All we ever seen was methamphetamine
My role models had several felonies
Tryin' to profit fast off of Ghetto D
Project Pat with the Ghetty
bombs, and word to mom, I'ma blow his arms
Six shot rhyme, my forty-four is made by ? arms
I put some diss in the steps, and damage all your reps
pretend to be one
I don't need pats on the back from people for my achievements
When I die I wanna know that I lived for a reason
Anyone can take your
to the mic and then got attach
Hot headed nigga got cold with that
Put on for my city like Project Pat
Niggas out here will sell they soul for a Millie
But
kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch
My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's
It's back to the old shit
Pat Quinn got my niggas
kicks, Man in the land of the hand to hand switch
My niggas holdin' the Addy's when they out of Xan's
It's back to the old shit
Pat Quinn got my niggas
Green, Project Pat
Two Ps, triple oh
Three 6 mafia
Pouring up some coffee-yuh
I went pescatarian
I make a mean tilapia
Rosemary and cumin
My flows
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