Project Pat Lyrics

Listen to the fuck all you want

It's getting mighty late

Closer to the hour

When we'll have to separate

Niggas don't know about the gift I was given

Hatin' on me was an awful decision

Don't put out the work if you lackin' ambition

Cause you in the way of a real nigga mission

Missed one, please erase every shit song

So many buckets that I got assists from

I'm from a world where you do not exist on

Ain't cookin' shit cause you're movin' your wrist wrong

Say it one time for the one in the back

Love in my heart, but an knife in my back

There's miles on my car, gotta show across the map

And I didn't do much, but they said that I snapped

On every song, on every platform

I like to sing, but I'm fuckin' with rap more

I do what I do cause I need to attract more

I'm the type of person that people attack for

Man, come on now, I'm tired of hearin' this shit

Man, you're not a rapper, I'm really not with it anymore

It's really startin' to get played out, like

No pen in your bag at all

It's tiresome, come on

I'm back where I left off

I'm goin' up now, fuck next off

Niggas don't know shit by the best sauce

Boy you hot on the web, cut the net off

You'll never do shit about what I said

I'll treat your head like a stress ball

Boy, I'll press y'all

I'm doin' this shit to be best off

I'm doin' this shit for the bench off

Lifting 225, right off the chest dog

Makin' it happen, that's all I can do

Man, what a tragedy, kill him at noon

You like a bitch, I'm not quick to assume

Stop playin' with me, I got someone to circle the lot

Before I ever enter the room

I'm all on ya couch with mud on my shoes

I'm holdin' it down cause it's somethin' to do

And I'm doin' it well

Way better than y'all ever could

I told them they minute was up

I told them I'm back in the front

I told them I'm doin' this shit for the people

Who never could get what they want

Niggas got debt to pay

I told them right there, sleep where they lay

Hunnid ball, put that shit right in the safe

You don't get bread at a medium rate

No, we can't link, I don't get off till eight

Delusional, if you got somethin' to say

I'll send a song if you get on it, great

But I doubt it, bitch, I move real mountains

Four laps you gone put the mile in

The tracks I make can't get around it

Yo, yo, bring the beat back in

I told them to back me

4.2 to the cash imma athlete

Clean face, pretty boy, no acne

That lame-ass shit, don't attach me

Cause I'm doin' it bigger and better than any artist in the back or the one that surpassed me

Nigga, get at me

I'm sick as hell, please God, give me one more shot like the vaccine