Paperchaser

Yea
It's your boy KGB Man
I'm happy you stayed tuned
Listen to this one

I'm playing hip hop-eration
Bars my tools, of operation
I bring hip hop restoration
Known to kill Shit, why the Fuck you hatin
Fuck feelings, I don't got the patience
Don't catch L's, I am great debating
Fight in your dream, Freddie Vs. Jason
Think you killed me, well you lost the races
I make bread, why chase the paper
My voice box my money maker
I'm a baking man, always got the cake up
Fuck you, and your genetic make up
Love a natural girl, not ones with makeup
You don't weigh in, go and get ya weight up
All I know is make the paper
You know me, ima paper chaser
All I could think of is grid
Stacking up paper, money on the mind
I'm VIP I do not wait in lines
And I Take a married Bitch
And make her mine
Yes I get paid to do studio Time
Yes I get paid just to come drop a dime
That was a lie
Sorry, yes, that was lie
But You looked, at a goal in my mind
I say it aloud, cus this is my time
I am up next, I am front of the line
And I move ahead, and you got left behind
No time for drama, I'm all bout the grind
Don't want no hand outs, I'm coming for mine
I Love being indi, don't wanna be signed
I wanna be the king of the game
Like myname is lebron

So Just
Go and make ya money, make ya money
Be a paper chaser
Know you stay with money, got money
So now they ask for favors
When you do not have it, can't give it
They say that money changed ya
No time for Bullshit, no Bullshit
Just be a paper chaser
Go and make ya money, make ya money
Be a paper chaser
You stay with money, got money
So now they ask for favors
When you do not have it, can't give it
They say that money changed ya
No time for Bullshit, no Bullshit
I'm just a paper chaser

Black shoes, with a gold watch with a black face and a gold chain
Ima Subtle nigga don't need designer to show the world my dress game
Hand all in my Tommy boxers
You Mad I got ya girl on my roster
She bobbing on me like waka flacka
Like Leo, yea she deserves an Oscar
Sucking, we fucking, she back it like Tonka
I saw her, then thought that I want her, then got her
My Dick is a gavel, her pussy I paddle
She screaming my name and she yelling your honor
I got the bread to buy Gucci and Prada, but don't wear that Shit cus I don't like designer
You gotta wine her and dine her
I Seen her one time, and she offered to come be my slida
Real recognize real
That's why I end with the dime in this ordeal
I don't really give a Fuck how you feel
No smoke and mirrors
I'm so real
Listen
My flow so ridiculous
Brother I'm feeling ignorant
So many things I wanna say
But ima keep it
All in

Sim Sala Bim
Jou Ma Se Poes
It's magical
When I come and hop scotch the flow
You niggas can't see me
You need opticals
Or bifocals
Buy Fuck it tho
If I ain't fucking know nothing
Nigga all I know
Is how to fucking come and murder the flow
I'm on go
Fuck a red light
Fuck I'm stopping for
All I know is grind
Why waste my time
Nigga, I don't need sleep
I sleep when I die
You only gotta one life
Gotta put the time in

Go and make ya money, make ya money
Be a paper chaser
Know you stay with money, got money
So now they ask for favors
When you do not have it, can't give it
They say that money changed ya
No time for Bullshit, no Bullshit
Just be a paper chaser
Go and make ya money, make ya money
Be a paper chaser
You stay with money, got money
So now they ask for favors
When you do not have it, can't give it
They say that money changed ya
No time for Bullshit, no Bullshit
Just Be A paper chaser
Go and make ya money, make ya money
Be a paper chaser
You stay with money, got money
So now they ask for favors



Credits
Writer(s): Kareem Belgrave-perpignac
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