It's Pats, Baby

They said Pats, are you ready for the major leagues
Tell 'em boy I'm Ken Griffey
And I'm feelin' shifty
RIP to Nipsey
I'mma let this marathon continue
When I'm on the venue
Know that shit bangin
Know I roll with the pack like a penguin
I said what's up with the Anguish fam
I got a little more room in the caravan
I don't mind if you bandwagon
But quit naggin
Yeah, I'm trackin' all your patterns
Bout to get the ring like it's Saturn
Haters gettin' sadder and sadder
Or is it more sad? My bad you don't wanna feel my climax
These days I'm feelin' calmer than a sea shore
Need a girl wit a butt no Seymour
Open up your eyes you could see more
They all blinded by the tabloids
Pats baby, know I got 'em feelin' paranoid

I'm coming through like a heat wave
On my Chiddy Bang I'mma make you have a bad day
Schedule packed so it's Andale
I'll leave you in the dust if you throwin' shade
I'm tryna find sun in this land of grey
Sippin' lemonade with a little vodka
Heat stroke, need a doctor
On the block posted up like Ibaka
When I'm firin' just get to the chopper
Pussy messy like a whopper
I don't eat it I just pass on it
Gary Payton on the Super Sonics
Better wear a glove
Cus that girl nasty
Think she got a bug
And that voice raspy
You don't know where she been
You gotta stay safe
Collectin' dust like a lampshade
Pats baby and I move like a renegade

Get ready cus your life's about to change
Pack up your shit, time to board the plane (We flyin)
Are you comin' or goin
It's time to pick a side
Swallow your pride and do the right thing (Think about it)
You wanna live like a king
You gotta sacrifice everything (Everything)
I said you gotta sacrifice every little thing
It's Pats baby, it ain't nothin' but a chicken wing (It ain't nothin)



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Writer(s): Clint Patrick, Ivan Vuic
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