Don’t ever let em’ tell you that you can’t do it Keep your dreams big  Gotta gotta keep it movin’ Truth is they gon’ judge you anyway  Don’t let ‘em crowd your head space  It’s Pats baby and I’m goin’ down swingin’ Kingston Hill, man we feelin’ like children Don’t let negativity damper your spirit  You know I’m yellin’ so the world can hear it  Puttin’ all my passion in my lyrics  Afraid to fail? I don’t fear shit What’s the worst that could happen?  We look back, and start laughin? Fuckin’ gimme a six pack Fuck it, a 26 of Jack with a fresh rack of cigarettes  My life’s about to change faster than a corvette  To put it into context I ain’t even at my best yet Bout to book a west jet and say fuck it Travellin’ light with a notepad in my luggage You can’t fight this hype, I’m ripe like a banana Next Christmas all I want from Santa is a bad girl with manners  Someone understandin’ that the boy got plans  Pretty soon the boy about to have stans  You wanna throw hands but I’m a lover  For that I thank my mother  Don’t ever let em’ tell you that you can’t do it Keep your dreams big  Gotta gotta keep it movin’ Truth is they gon’ judge you anyway  Don’t let ‘em crowd in your head space  It’s Pats baby and I’m goin’ down swingin’ Kingston Hill, man we feelin’ like children I’d like to thank my idols for the inspiration I’d like to thank my rivals for the information  And hatin’ with no hesitation I change the station  Cus I’m blockin’ out the noise  I get your girl wetter than a blastoise Hit it so good she seein’ ghosts, Dan Ackroyd I don’t fuck with these cone heads  They obsessed but they dead to me God bless this quarantine that’s got me feelin’ free Don’t ever let em’ tell you that you can’t do it Keep your dreams big  Gotta gotta keep it movin’ Truth is they gon’ judge you anyway  Don’t let ‘em crowd your head space  It’s Pats baby and I’m goin’ down swingin’ Kingston Hill, man we feelin’ like children

Step up and get your bell rung This game will steal your soul like Shang Tsung Hung like BoJack, on the Jack, so get back Or get your bones cracked like chiroprac I'm outer space like Interstellar wit a Stella Ella Ola, I clap back, no Chlamydia Just a funky drum and a kick You want the old Pats, here's your wish Dish like Magic, rock out like Lenny Kravitz Kicked a couple bad habits now I'm back like B-Rabbit Tryna live lavish, I'm spicy like radishes The people say I'm ravishing, never unravelling Pats' got it together, mo' clever than Harvard students Welcome to the reunion, I'm back with a vengeance Nicest in attendance I’m global like Flight Attendants Flow sharp enough to cut tendons, grab your weapons I don't do happy endins' So fuck your one direction with maximum aggression Think twice before you make your next move It's Pats baby, I got nothin' to lose So pick and choose what you wanna say Andale, andale, okay? Pats is a Martian, wrath of 300 Spartans  You say I can’t spit? I beg your pardon  You a choker like James Harden  You hardly worthy, imma be ballin by 30 Career like James Worthy  I'm flirtin' with greatness Debating on how to deal with these fakers  I’ll probably line 'em up and knock 'em down  Like bowlin' pins or whiskey glasses  Yo, that’s Morgan Wallen  Ladies shake your asses  I’m compiling assets for the takeover  Flow pricey like a Range Rover  If you lookin' for a feature  If you want a bright future, you should probably feature me anyway  You in need of assistance like Penny Hardaway Think twice before you make your next move It's Pats baby, I got nothin' to lose So pick and choose what you wanna say Andale, andale, okay?

Sometimes I get this strange feelin’ Like I was put here for a reason Not to break even, don’t stop believin’ I ain’t leavin’ til the jobs done Used to be for fun now I’m spittin Big Puns I got Army Gunz like Birdman Imma get what I deserve That’s for certain Imma get myself that curtain call So you can hold your applause What would you do if you had this opportunity? Would you shrivel up and die I’m tryna keep the dream alive I don’t wanna survive, I wanna thrive One shot, two shot, when do the drugs stop? Til you rotten in your grave? What would you trade to be free? You wanna be another casualty? If not then follow me Yeah I gotta, gotta keep climbin’ Like a young Stallone They say Rome wasn’t built in a day But I’m gonna get my paper I don’t care what you say What would you do if you had this opportunity? Would you shrivel up and die I’m tryna keep the dream alive I don’t wanna survive, I wanna thrive One shot, two shot, when do the drugs stop? Til you rotten in your grave? What would you trade to be free? You wanna be another casualty? If not then follow me Set yourself apart from negativity Build each other up Start to give a fuck Like you on your last lifeline Like I’m hittin’ these punchlines Just stand for something, man What would you do if you had this opportunity? Would you shrivel up and die I’m tryna keep the dream alive I don’t wanna survive, I wanna thrive

The state of the game is in shambles I could ramble and ramble and ramble  You about to get trampled I got bars like Downtown Nashville Yeah we could go shot for shot Make your body drop like Mike Tyson We can get wild like Bison  I split the D like I’m CJ Boy, I always been a titan  You frightened like Monsters Inc Cus Pats is on the brink Of exposure but really I’m just tryna keep it kosher  You want it Come get it Never stand down Pound for pound  I’m Galiath You don’t wanna cross my wires You don’t wanna feel the fire You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna Surfin’ like Moana Pina coladas under the Cabana That’s the fuckin’ life I’m gonna be livin’ You best belief this ain’t comedy  No Eddie Griffin’ I got a rubber for when she slippin’  You slippin’ like a banana  I’m on my Tony Montana Cus the world is my oyster  You couldn’t get on my level  We’d have to hoist ya You fuckin’ with the White like De La Hoya You got too little Hart like Paper Soldiers You smolderin’, I’m blazin’ So amazinnnn’, so amazinnnn’ That’s just what I’m hearin’ I’m commandearin’  Somehow remainin’ endearin’ It’s yourself you should be fearin’ Don’t be steerin’ if you ridin’ high It’s Pats baby and I testify You want it Come get it Never stand down Pound for pound  I’m Galiath You don’t wanna cross my wires You don’t wanna feel the fire You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna I really don’t know how I do it Like Bobby Boucher I’ll just let my momma lead the way She tells me I’m a star So fuck what you say Either way I’m gettin’ paid in full No longer eatin’ cereal  Well maybe just the Lucky Charms Cus you know I’m gettin’ after em It won’t be long  Money long like I’m Gucci Maneee Singin’ songs like I’m Marvin Gaye Let’s get it on Get it on tonight  Let’s skip the puppy chow And get to big barkin’ Cus the boy don’t miss I got a barn for a target  From a farm town but I’m big city livin’ I’m after the cat but I got a whole lot of kittens  You want it Come get it Never stand down Pound for pound  I’m Galiath You don’t wanna cross my wires You don’t wanna feel the fire You don’t wanna, you don’t wanna

Dear music I will never leave you again Like I superglued the pen to my notebook  Hatin on me now? That’s a tough look You shook ain’t you  Well thank you for the promotion  Am I causin’ commotion? Imma rub it in like lotion now  You lookin’ dry now  Make you wanna cry now  I think you need to lie down  You lookin’ tired  You mad that I’m admired  It’s Pats baby And I’m still bringin the fire  I was off track but I’m really back now  You can count on me  I’ll never back down  Never stand down Said you can count on me Dear music, without you I would lose it With you, I’m easily influenced  Less of a nuisance, not political No Harry Truman Pats Musik is the movement tho I feel like I’m Rufio, Rufioooooo  Dear music, you thought that I would bow down? You can’t clown me cuz my bars are well protected like Alcatraz so respect it  This life is hectic I’m defying kinetics  With my energetic passion  Yes, I rap so quit askin  You maskin your reality  Your life is a fallacy Pats is out of this galaxy  So ketchup if you need sriracha I gotchya  My flow be hotter than the tropics  And sharper than guitar picks  I was off track but I’m really back now  You can count on me  I’ll never back down  Never stand down Said you can count on me Dear music, looks like we’re at the end Will you still be around when I need a friend?  When my spirit starts to bend? I recommend that we get it together Cus we gon' be together forever

I hear the game needs a solution  For this hip hop pollution These rappers rappin about illusions  It’s causin mass confusion for society  We lackin variety, people are rioting  Lord forbid that I go off the map  You couldn’t do better so shut your yap I’m flowin like a broken tap With unspoken raps  What a mishap, it’s a fact that my mouth is runnin’ with pungent words  It’s absurd how I throw em to the curb without effort  I got endurance, y’all are heffers  Competition leavin in stretchers  These are desperate measures like emergency lectures  You gon need a face protector and a fire detector when I’m ignited  It’s okay to be excited when I drop shit I got this game open like a locksmith  Summer time and I’m just swervin’ Summer time with a fifth of bourbon I’m feelin certain that I’m on the right path  Dozed off now I’m feelin relaxed  Pats, wake up, Pats wake up  What did I miss?  A whole lotta nothin  Just some mumblin’  The game has been tumblin’ My stomach’s rumblin’ It’s time to eat, homie Luckily I got the munchies Cross the wrong line I'll be swingin' like a monkey Yo Mark, this bass line is funky Everybody groovin' Pats Musik, so soothin' Smooth like a baby bottom Butter, on bread Got a couple compliments that went straight to my head Either way, I'm bout to fill em' with lead Like I'm playin' Call of Duty in my shed No for real, I'll fuckin' bust your leg Turn you into a peg like lieutenant Dan Did I cross the line? Baby girl, I'll be fine Find your spine, quit your cryin' Ya boy on point like the smallest dime No longer confined, I'm expressin' myself Rappers nowadays are depressin' as hell I came out the gutter like a turtle and shell I think I'm doin' quite well Summer time and I’m just swervin’ Summer time with a fifth of bourbon I’m feelin certain that I’m on the right path  Dozed off now I’m feelin relaxed  Pats, wake up, Pats wake up  What did I miss?  A whole lotta nothin  Just some mumblin’  The game has been tumblin’ My stomach’s rumblin’ It’s time to eat, homie

Damn, don't we get old quick? One blink, you might miss your whole life You got your wife and your kids, but did you really live? I'm callin' you out Like a technical foul I remembered every vowel when I said that I O U Don’t let a motherfucker control you Do your own things, be your own king  Took me 27 years but I never regret shit Takin’ more shit than septic, I'mma skeptic When it comes down to it  I gotta question everything like it’s trivia  But I swear my heart the size of Bolivia My art is something you gon' be rememberin’ When I’m gone So sing along when you listenin’ Enough with the whisperin’ Tell me, would you start over if you could? If you had the chance, would you do it? I’m followin’ the music Gotta do what I gotta do To get through to you Am I comin’ through clear? I don’t think I am It’s all good, gotta start over sometimes I don’t know man, it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes  I can’t get through like the lunch line  But shit yo, it’s crunch time What do I gotta do to get through to you Scooby Doo? I'm gettin' tired of the mysteries You about to be a part of my history Causin' nothin' but misery I guess we flared out Or we could blame it on Corona You have a tough time actin' like a owner Sometimes you gotta look in the mirror Shed a tear to get it out of your system The friction will kill ya It's Pats baby and you best get familiar I'm probably stickin' around like glue Sean Paul, yeah that dude's hype too I got an iron fist if you wanna fuck with my crew Even when we don't talk, I know we still cool We lost touch but always remain loyal Got a couple burns but we got that tin foil Tell me, would you start over if you could? If you had the chance, would you do it? I’m followin’ the music Gotta do what I gotta do To get through to you Am I comin’ through clear? I don’t think I am It’s all good, gotta start over sometimes

Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain I play on hardcore like a game difficulty I’m seein’ through the wire like McNulty You faulty, don’t cross me Flow retarded like I ate too much broccoli  Pats baby know I spit it properly  I’ll put you in your place  Like real estate  Sit back and let it circulate Make a rapper hyper ventilate  Get this dude some oxygen  Naproxen for the stomach cramps  The boy about to blow without a TikTok dance They tell me circumstances matter  Pass me any beat you know I’m bout to fuckin shatter  Pats will pitter patter on your grave  You got a white flag? Then wave  Bye bye, see ya never  I don’t put up with pretenders  I’m straight to the point  Been on a couple benders  I got my pain in my joints  Lately slowin’ down cus I’m feelin’ annoyed  Game need support now I’m fully deployed  Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain Uh, we heirs to the Rakims, the Nas, Em Beware of the marksman, blaow! Keep ya garrison blocked when We moving through, making food out of futile crews, now My verse arrangin your flop I’m perpetratin a plot To put herbs and faggots in shock Mix Purple Tape and the Roc AZ,Mase in a pot Ancient ways what you got So it’s ‘88 when I drop, bitch Sick dude simply, this lu-nacy My scripture you envy, I’m Richard Kuklinski Mind splitter, the phlegm be acidic, the chemistry Don’t pit them against me God MC because I gotta be Artistry’s Quran, hadith, Hezbollah, Amin Debut is grimy, K to the YD Hip-hop's Suleimani, off ya medulla probably Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain Errbody wanna try to get big But they won't put the work in Pats and Kyd  Yeah you know we stay murkin We gon’ stack the paper up for certain

I think it's funny how life changes Choose a different path, now your friends strange Gotta work a 9-5 just to maintain Lord forbid that I go against the grain I’m feeling drained with emotion now It’s Pats baby and you know I ain’t coastin pal But sometimes I just can’t help but ponder  How we wander different paths  But we always grow stronger   Separate cause you know it’s for the better  There’s no sense in tryin’ Shit won’t last forever So pack up your shit Just quit, keep it movin’ This the story of the Pats Musik movement I let you down but I’m pulled back in I do this for the people who to scared to begin You got the talent within but you feelin’ nervous  Like bad service we let the people waitin’ do the dictatin Break free  Let go Break free Let go Break free Let go Get a grip and start living your life Separate cause you know it’s for the better  There’s no sense in tryin’ Shit won’t last forever So pack up your shit Just quit, keep it movin’ This the story of the Pats Musik movement I let you down but I’m pulled back in I do this for the people who to scared to begin You got the talent within but you feelin’ nervous  Like bad service we let the people waitin’ do the dictatin Break free  Let go Break free Let go Break free Let go Get a grip and start living your life

Yeah, I'm off the rictor Flow tighter than a boa constrictor I can't loosen up my grip on the game, it's been eight years, but ain't much changed Still got the same crew, same name It's Pats baby Chasin' chips like Tom Brady No lays, I'm pretty sure this ain't a phase by now Not a cash cow but wow I got the bass kickin' like kung pao Sun up to sun down You know Pats is around when the crowd is so loud you can't hear yourself I'm not chasin' wealth, I'll just let it come to me Life is a luxury, better treat it respectfully You gotta stay consistent, don't be reminiscent on the shit that doesn't matter pockets get fatter when you least expect it Work on your craft and don't neglect it You can lean on me (I’m here) When it's too tough to stand (too tough) When you've just had enough (had enough) When you just need a hand (I got you) There was a time I did a show with 20 people watchin  I often think about it How we settle as the product of environments You get back what you give Now I’m back like an old flame  Gotta maintain momentum  This could be my ultimatum  Time to Step Up like Channing Tatum Roc the Nation, no Sean Carter Pats is a marauder, Imma thief in the night  No kryptonite, just own my barriers  Flow sicker than HIV carriers  Used to live vicariously through hip-hop Now I'm runnin' up the views like TikTok I know you watchin', yeah You can lean on me (I’m here) When it's too tough to stand (too tough) When you've just had enough (had enough) When you just need a hand (I got you) Don't be afraid, cus Pats will be here If you're feelin' the fear Just have another beer