Lyrics:
I was too young to remember
Kansas City projects, I was like five six
And how come, I remember Malcolm, Isaac
And Boogy
If it was the projects in
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
for the ride
No matter how far
How far
Ay Father Pat
You got any more words of wisdom for us
Yes indeed
Whatever you've ask for in prayer
Believe that
Elevated excellence
My flow's enticing evidence
I ain't got no equals that can endure what I was raised up in
Shit I was just a project kid
Turned into
and Project Pat
So what the fuck now?
These niggas deep and I know
They wanna jump me you let my hand go in my
Pants and that's a done deed
Ain't nothing funny
To these hoes I'm Project Pat
But I ain't saving, that's a fact
I don't want no bitch
Who give a young nigga flashbacks
Running through these niggas
I don't
trust in these streets that i'm around with
Too many people I been doubting
No love lost cause you never found it
Whatever you do just baby please
I don't
now
Run’n roun wit dem racks now
Niggaz get pat down
Only 1 gun in my trap house
Inda kitchen wit da macc out
Front da whole sack out
Ill fuck
the white guts
I'm on the scene, drankin' lean, mixed with Spire in a plastic cup
I'm from the hood, call it North, where Project Pat went to jail and court
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
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
this young one
Hooping in the sun, proud to be where I come from
Later shootin guns fantasizing
Fascinated by gold rope chains
Looking back at my hood
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
(16th Killer)
I was at the lugger club posting
Right off 85
Right there by Rock Legion Memorial Drive
I had a long week, now it's the weekend
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
From the islands to the mountains
Where pioneers engineering
New sounds concurring
Bounce to the reflex it's alien music
Project new visions of light
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
case
I do my dirt by myself
Round get erased
You get down bad with me round
I'ma spray you down like a roach in tha project
Either get it in your dome,
there, yaknahmean
[ghf] word up
[rae] good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[nas] fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
[ghf] word
to the projects
Some shit she ain't used to
A hood nigga fa sho that's to the fullest
Ay tell them lame ass niggas to eat a bullet
Playin' hooky I was tryna get her
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
Discuss these whatever by project pat Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In