Paper

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I gotta get to it

Yeah
Obtaining money all around me
Back in high school I used to get fucking clowned b
Hitting on a bitch, always turn downski
Now they hit my phone like will you just come turn up please?

Wait
Twist it back and get a bag and get it back
The jumping jack a gun in fact
You under siege
You Under macs
My pray attack
Wait a minute
Wait relax
A heart attack
Don't front a sack
The bungee clap
You gon collapse

So run it back and run it back

Wait

What you know bout that shit
What you know bout writing raps to go and flip the script and get it back to get bag
To pay for sacks I'm talking food no coke in fact
I used to sell it that's a fact
The farmers market get you clapped
Dancing round these bullets motherfucker I ain't talkin tap
Go tit for tat
Steal the waiter tip and go n tip your hat

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I gotta get to it

I don't give a fuck about you rappin or what's happening
Rip out your bone marrow let you bones get to crackling
Snapping and
Snap crackle pop
Fucking savages
Wrap a fuckin noose around your neck and get to snappin it
A savage kid
Ravenous hazardous asthmatic shit

Selling coke the only mathematics satisfactory
I'm actually
Attracting
A group of sadist inhabitants
Addicted to the racket and racketeering mishappenings

I could fuck your bitch
Steal your clique
Get that click clack
Tic tac
One tap
Ogc hear the clip clap
Big facts
All you see in the news was a mishap
The only true fact is you really won't get your bitch back

Fuck a slump
A bumblebee up in your uncles truck
A sitting duck
Your man a cuck
A brickleberry had for lunch
A Daniel tosh
A gushy pussy what I had to fuckin munch
I have a hunch
That all you other rappers mother fucking suck

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve
I gotta get to it

Old school flow
Old school goals
I wanna see my people grow
And not do dope
I wanna push my people up
And over the slope
I know I smoke a lot of weed
And that is only to cope

I mean not really
That's just how I choose to live
Too many times I hear them talk
About the way they wish they lived

They not satisfied with themselves
So they neglect their health
Conversations on perceptions of wealth

A mastermind
Yet to see his prime
I will in time
But let me take the time to find the right
Kind of description
Wishing
I could see my grandmother glisten
Shine without a prescription
Popping pills need I mention

My uncles caught up
In a rut
Life hit them tough
My dads trapped in a world
He ain't really want
Here I stand
In a world feeling good enough
Hoping everybody feeling good enough

Gotta give my little brothers something
Good to look up to
Gotta empower my little sisters
Wait for boys to love you
I need to keep the connection open
Even though I struggle
Got all of the wait off my shoulders
And then I grew some muscles

I hustle
No I don't sell drugs
I used to be up in the mix
And when I came to think about it
I knew I was better that this
Image I was seeing
Things I was believing
Hopefully my children get to see the deeper meaning
What's the meaning?
What's the use
I have no proof but I really want to stay connected to you
They'd think I'm crazy
If I told them half what I'm going through
They'd use it against me
Want to see me like Whitney
I feel I need to move quickly
Because the devils trying to get me
Pray for me like church at 2:15
And that's no Big Krit
I been knew that I ain't shit
You know I grew up and I faced it
Sometimes I want to die real slow
I'll fight that fight no more
I can't be sure of anything but this one fact
Death will come when its time and
I know that
While I sit in the light and battle these monsters
Some may think of me as obnoxious
I used to move in a way that was quite toxic
I am trying to rid my soul of all these toxins
You can keep watching
You can stop it
But one things for sure
I'm never going to stop this

And no it's not for the paper
It's for my conscious



Credits
Writer(s): Breana Marin, Chase Halverson
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