Lyrics
fuck project pat, ain't gonna be on the mans bicho,
plus he an his crew look like they from a freakshow,
see I spit so hot I might give you a heatstroke,
no offense, many on his dick goin deepthroat,
but not me, see I only got one idol,
he's the one that gave me my vitals, me levanta cuando caigo,
el que me dio el don, el que me dio el corazon,
to keep on spittin wit a purpose, when the purpose is gone,
when his money purse is gone, he's gonna be no one,
see ya boi make a name for himself with no funds,
hip hop now is no fun, songs bout fame an bitches,
then more songs bout dames an riches,
see in the game they midgets, cuz they aim for digits,
im in it for the love, so I set aflame the bridges,
don't need someone that knows someone to make it,
plus I heard pat's been cold for so long, throw'em a blanket,
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Why spit him a bar, he ain't worth half a bar,
ain't heard of this cat, he ain't even half a star,
Why spit him a bar, he ain't worth half a bar,
tryin to get free food from Red Lob, I laughed so hard,
listen, I even heard he left a couple cents for tips,
an they hittin on minors, yea the a couple of pimps,
then they ask me why I ain't rip, why I ain't spit,
shit, if its been decades since his last hit,
fuck that shit, plus I know I ain't commercial
but I still got a couple of bars that can hurt you,
lines that can murk you, if I jus had the urge to,
I heard some mainstream hip hop, but neva heard you,
not a song, not a verse, not even a line,
not even your name, until that point in time,
they wanna call me a pussy fine, for not bustin a rhyme,
an bein up on pat's bicho, jus cuz the kid is signed,
plus he show up to eat like he ain't got he ain't got money to dine,
plus a career in rap is the last thing on my mind,
can't stress it enough, almost done wit my education,
an I rather be underground than blend in the mainstream population,
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