Текст песни Pat, He Public Enemy No. 1 - Triz Nathaniel

This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one

From day one no one wanna show him understanding
They just labelled him a bad kid
His last year of school teachers said they had enough
Showed him no charity but still wrote him off

And the same day they chose to show him the door
Exactly 14 years from the day he was born
So he's off to join up with the Pirus
And he's off first thing in the morn'

Natural sworn killer, now he slayin' in the A.M.
Stay holding the heat like he was insulation
Type of nigga to pop off at the police station
No fear, no patience, a bad combination

This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one

Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one

By 18 graduated to major felonies
The sound of casings his favorite melody
And he only wanna listen in high fidelity
Hit you with the Uz then cruise, like Penelope

Might rob a bank just cause it's a weekday
Shooting guards with the heat like D. Wade
Coming back for the cash like a rebate
The Tul' to your temple is how he shoot the fade

And even if he take it down a notch
You'll be like Jon Snow and still get stabbed for the watch
He might kick it with you like shell-tops
Right before he hits you with the shells, ahk

He addicted to the blamma blamma
Cause hurt people hurt people from your kids to your grandma
So if you see that red bandana
You know your family gonna be playing that blues piano

This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one

Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one

He never learned what the OG Bloods was doing
Taking over their own streets so they could improve 'em
He keep busy as a bone just burning and looting
So by four in the morning, baby he ain't marching, he shooting

Way he moving through the streets even goons be slunk back
Or they shrivel up like a Eskimo's nut sack
If you drive through his hood you should head straight back
'Fore he put 16 in your Maybach

Shoot a nigga six ways from motherfucking Tuesday
But really y'all made him this way
Now he got a hard time keeping the nine concealed
He 'bout that murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill

And when you live by the gun you gon' die by it
Some Crips put him in a crypt
By a billboard, shot him like a hit song
Least he died with his motherfucking Timbs on

This was a story about a kid named Patrick
And we all knew the shit was gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat ended up public enemy number one

Even Lincoln's future looked more optimistic
The night he picked up them theater tickets
We gave up, so he found his way with a gun
Now Pat, he public enemy number one