Hide n 5eek

[Intro]
And I still be sellin' bricks, I don't give a fuck about this rap shit (Real trap shit)
Thought I told these motherfuckers, Big Patchy be trappin'
Nigga talk down on the gang, I'ma leave him past tense
Walk down on 'em, they gon' be like, "What the fuck done happened?"

[Verse]
Young Patxhy Sosa, I been sprayin' blocks up for weeks
Nigga, you don't wanna be my motherfuckin' enemy
Remi told me, "Get back in the stu", I had to find this beat
Nigga, this ain't hide and seek, you is never findin' me
Niggas, they be bitin', like Ray Charles, that shit just blind to me
They say, "Patchy, you the goat", you ain't got to keep remindin' me
I already know it
Got that stick up in my dress, I pull it out and I'ma blow it
Say that you be gettin' money, nigga, but you never show it
With 9ensokyo, we got them sticks, you know we really totin'
Gotta look out for my gang, they tell me, "Patchy, yeah, you chosen"
I ain't fuckin' with none of these other niggas, they be hoein' (Trapaholics mixtapes)
I'm the big deal trap star reppin' 59
Talkin' down, like 50 Cent you gon' get shot nine times
Nigga want the kitty 'cause he heard I got nine lives
Fuck that shit, I set him up and hit that lick with my slimes
And I still be sellin' bricks, I don't give a fuck about this rap shit
Thought I told these motherfuckers, Big Patchy be trappin'
Nigga talk down on the gang, I'ma leave him past tense
Walk down on 'em, they gon' be like, "What the fuck done happened?"
And I got the pounds of the za, nigga, come and get a bag
Laughin' in these niggas' faces, yeah, I love to get 'em mad
Make a wrong move and then that stick go off
I'ma rob you 'cause I heard that you's a big show off (This is a certified hood classic)
Damn, damn, damn
Young Patxhy Sosa still puttin' on for 9ensokyo
Nigga said we homies, but really, bitch, you don't know me though
Dickridin' so hard, you need to hit the rodeo
I ain't tryna do no features, what the fuck I look like?
I am not a rapper, thought I told 'em, this that trap life
Young Patxhy Sosa, yeah, you know I'm shippin' packs, right?
And I keep that strap tight, so you better act right
'Cause you could get clapped right in fuckin' broad day
I don't care 'bout what you say, you best not talk down on my gang
We gon' pull up, spin yo' block, and then we reloadin' them thangs
Young Patxhy Sosa really a shooter, nigga, I got aim (9ensokyo)