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[Intro: Project Pat]
Pat-ah!
[Verse 1: Project Pat & Juicy J]
.223's, didn't hit me up (Mmm), I done dodged the RICO Act and
God was really lookin' out, even when I sold them packin' (Let's go)
Robbery charge, pole in, jackin' North Memphis, head crackin'
Murder charge investigated (Woah), wasn't me, so I skated
All my homies, we related, every crime was calculated (Mmm)
North Memphis raised me, used to hustle to Master P (What?)
Feds got me caught with two guns, it was a catastrophe
Made me do four flat, thought it was a wrap for me
Blast for me, that could never happen, hundred for a return (Uh, huh)
Off of God's offerin', snakes I'm able to discern
Leave you straightenin' like a perm, early bird gets the worm (They do)
Snakes'll get made what I prayed, and I learned
We birds pill poppin', have your mind in a wreck-ah
Have your pockets like your bank account without a check-ah
At they neck-ah, off the planes, gun cockin' (They cockin')
In the VIP, respectfully (Ayy), that's how we rockin' (That's how we)
[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Pimp when I talk, limp when I step
Blick on my right, drank on my left
Real solid nigga, real VVS
Ain't no faith with these hoes that I left
Money we playin', my bitches is top flight
Pull up with the beam 'cause snakes is to my right
Glocks in my trunk with two of it the light
I'm tryna keep it clean 'cause I'm with mob, shit on sight
See her with him, smash and make her my bride
Fifty on my wrist look like a flashlight
Say the word then get you, I don't gotta ask twice
My nigga 'til up and down, was with you my past life
200K McLaren, that's two-fifty the dash, right
Beans on the plane, gotta sip with the pa...
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