Street God [Intro]
Project Pat
Tight grip on the draco
Now it's time to get 'em
In the hood sniffin', no police
Now it's time to kill 'em
Fuck a mask, it was late night
Hoodies on our head fuck police
They don't come 'round here
Cause they ass scared
And my pockets on hard like my penis
Talkin' money, we talkin' english
Drug money can turn to blood money
This ain't for the squeamish
Only for the ones who hungry
Enough to get the funds
Who ain't scared to shoot the draco gun
Cali in my lungs
Addicted to Versace belts and
Them Gucci Skullies
Chopper bullet took his head and skull it
This shit can get ugly
People talk me loyalty, me keep it real
With your circle never rat
Mane and never steal have all your bread
Make that shit a solid deal
If you gon' cross, cross big
Make it a solid kill
I feel a nigga wanna try me
Cause I look like a
All this jewelry on me homie
I'm a walkin' brick
Pockets low, pull out the 44
Make a nigga strip
Nigga just got fucked in the game
But this ain't no flick
Fire stick, make my banger bang
Like he in a gang
Silencer with a beam no hit his mane
Money and respect dog
What a nigga kill 'bout
Used to be my nigga but
Nah you ain't real now
Gotta watch around you
Niggas flip like pancakes
Get some real money off these streets
And watch these niggas hate
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