[Intro: Juicy J]
Project Pat
Yo boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G, You'll never be a G

[Chorus: Project Pat]
I done sold them grams
Rob n***as for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty n***as ass
Broke down plenty bills
So much clientele
Went to jail would never tell but some of you n***as will
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
When I was young, had that chopper cocking
Project Pat was robbin'
Like that grinch bitch, taking shit
Filling up my socket
Cap, on my squad
N***a, better wipe off that mud
N***a like Pat don't give no fuck
Hustlin' that ? screaming Thug Life
Like 2Pac
Went to jail and never read it
Held it down for all my dogs
Hustlas ? on my ?
Pussy n***a real ?
Flipping on your homie
I'm the state you the felony
I'm fifty carats you the phony
Hear da ?
Made for fifty yams, took it off your ass
This the street, who you trustin' foo
Put that in the stash
?
No coming back
Just these chains
Fifty rocks for fifty shots
In yo ass
[Chorus: Project Pat]
I done sold them grams
Rob n***as for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty n***as ass
Broke down plenty bills
So much clientele
Went to jail would never tell but some of you n***as will
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Let me borrow yo bitch, just for tonight
I'll get her so fucking high, you think she just caught a flight
She ride my dick like a bike, I tell her suck it don't bite
And you still cuffin' da ho, like you Miami Vice
Juicy J don't love these bitches, I just make love to these bitches
And send them back to that same n***a, that hug them and kiss them
I go to sleep with my money, I cuddle all up on my dough
I wake up to that paper and then I go get some mo'
Fuck n***a what you talkin' bout we don't talk it out
We yellow tape and white chalk it out
Live everyday like a home run, what I'm trying to say is we ball out
Yo bedroom and yo living room be right inside my doghouse
I'm searching hard for a fuck to give but I'm sorry
Looks like I'm all out
[Chorus: Project Pat]
I done sold them grams
Rob n***as for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty n***as ass
Broke down plenty bills
So much clientele
Went to jail would never tell but some of you n***as will
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G
Cause you'll never ever ever ever ever be a G