[Intro]

Hey pass me a beer man

Here you go

Man that nigga been standing there on the same goddamn spot

Slagin' that shit for about the last 4-5 days man

With the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet

I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling

That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something

To be up for them 4-5 days

Naw, I heard he shot somebody man

For real?

That's the reason why he probably can't go home

Yeah, you know like what you call been missing too man

I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to

That's why the police been drivin' around so hard

Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah

Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH on that nigga ass

And turn him on in

We need to man to make that little change man

Get some mo' beers or something

Yeah, we gone do that

Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make

This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man

A little bit more

At least for us or something dang

[Hook]

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

[Verse 1]

Project Pat, a nigga that's down for his crown mane

If yo' ass step, I'mma be down town mane

Fourth floor bound mane, that's if I get caught mane

Pushed me to the edge, so it really ain't my fault mane

See I gotta die mane, don't you even try mane

Enemies gonna bleed once I let these bullets fly mane

Momma gonna cry mane, I like to get high mane

Niggas passin' plates, snorting line after line mane

I got's to get mine mane, robbin' was the crime mane

That a nigga did, but I done served my time mane

Put that all behind mane, get out on the grind mane

Slang some of this dope, in the street on my ride mane

See I ain't a fool mane, fuck listenin' to you mane

Why you in my grill, and you knowin' we ain't cool mane

Project ain't a duck mane, see I know what's up mane

Get up off my dick, like a motherfuckin' slut mane

[Hook]

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

[Verse 2]

Where I'm from, man, ain't no sunshine gonna shine

On a dog's ass if his ass don't get on a grind

Doing time helped a nigga out, to clear up my head

Used to have a shank in the light, that was by my bed

It was said, I would end up dead, working in the street

But the street is the only thing I see paying me

Quarter-ki, fuck servin' deals, rockin' to the shake

Slanging guns, slanging T.V.'s mane I'm tryna' make

All I can my nigga, French ho Poncho at a ho's house

Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth

Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio

Pulled the car up into the yard, cleaning out the ho

You should know that a burglary, really ain't for me

I just got out the 'tentiary, tryna' get on my feet

Get the cheese, off the merchandise, went and bought a deal

Nigga please, you say you don't steal, I'mma keep it real

[Hook]

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?

[Verse 3]

Haters like to get a playa twisted in that bullshitta

A game-spitter, I'm also a wig-splitter

Yo' ass getta, shot up by the nine milla

Your cap I drilla, when fuckin' with a real nigga

The chrome trigga' should regulate a punk quicker

The bullet hit ya', I'm zoned off that brown liquor

You need to get ya' nose out a nigga's biz

Quit spreading rumors like a motherfuckin' punk bitch

My trunk is the bed for a kidnap victim

Hollowpoint hit him, pull out my gun your hands you get them

Up in the airra because you came to me in error

Don't want to scare ya', say you a man then face the terror

I know these bullets will pop ya' shit off like a melon

Let's bust it up, bad as fuck, man who you tellin'

It's armageddon, in North Memphis crack we sellin'

You pass me that purple weed, is what they yellin'

[Hook]

Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip

Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips

Watchin' for the pigs, splittin' hater's wigs

Stackin' me some grip, player can you dig?