Lyrics:
a kiss
So yo, so I blend in the mix
Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick
Eight and a half on the dope, ask Dominican Rich
Winning and rich
real with you baby
Cus the shit I used to do is what made me
And I'm hopin I ain't gotta go back to the trap
Cus we really know that we don't want that
still so fly when I slide man
Plus I'm lethal fully loaded ain't no takin' my ride man
We gangsta
And it ain't too much you can do to stop us
Don't try
I ain't with my team
Can't spin it fast I got a save the cheese
Blessings all around with no Heights
You can stay on the ground but we gotta take
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Tell my woman I'll see her at home,
Ain't no lovin' since she
block I've been goin hard
On my block I've been goin hard
On my block I've been goin hard
Only feeling but a gang of n****s
If you ain't squad you can't
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
(It's hard to focus on your grind)
(Cause you got everything on the line gambling)
Still in the projects but I swear I got a plan
I opened shop with
can goo google me like Project Pat
My salary in cash look like ten tons of celery
And ima cash out till' the fat lady sings a melody
I was that kid that
deep like a bachelor
I turn shit over like a spatula
You know how it goes by now, word to God
Lyrics are so hard they'll be Kevin Costner's bodyguard
So you only had a nickel like me hustlin' hard
'Fore I knew I was workin' four ounces and two quarters
Not a taker I'm scarred from
Swore he was
shit only apply to you
I ain't fuckin no hoe in no bodysuit, put a dress on classy project look
All my shit be verses ain't laying no hook
Ain't going
tortellini smokin' project pat to that ghetto greenie
If I let her in can't let her leave me that p got water that letter steamy
More a smoker you can keep
Klan got them thangs to your temple
Counterfeit smile Mack-hater you aint wild
Triple Six and Killa Klan got them thangs to your temple
Project pat dont
damn crowd
Then bring a frown to my friend [?] warn you
Background check for the chopper
[?] imposters
The murder rate ain't back down yet
To the nigga
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
Tell my woman I'll see her at home,
Ain't no lovin' since she
Lil bitch I been doin' my thing, how I ain't rich yet?
I been chasin' after my dreams to get some big checks
Lil bitch I'ma always be me and you can
and bruised by the you know who
And these fakes get to shakin' when they face me
Snakes ain't got enough nuts to replace me
Sittin' in this, livin' hell,
members from the projects to the compound (walls)
If you holdin' up your wrist, make sure it's bust-down
Dog shit, see we all lit, Cartier Buffs
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
it, come widdit, get yo' head splitted
Or get your neck slitted, admit it, you overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that loud
Gold tooth shine
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
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
[Fat Pat (Spoken)]
Say, fool, every time I turn around this girl steady lookin me in my
Eyes...What's the deal? You think she wanna hit it up?
Why
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