Paper Chase
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
I told ma killy killy fuck the beef lets get the doe
And when we get it we can slide if you wanna go
But if it don't make money then it's pointless
Trynna prove a point will have you stuck in da joint stressed
We take risks but they gotta bee calculated
Free ma killys out the pen they incarcerated
Free game I gotta give it to ma young boys
You ain't really bout that life you just make noise
You ain't never been trapped in da trap
Trynna get out but you keep going back
Young nigga fell in love with the racks
Fell in love with the streets it was hindering my raps
Line bugging late night out jugging
No love in the streets I was block hugging
In da bando eating white rice and curry mutton
You probably thought that I'd turn out to be nothing
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
First things first I'm proud to say that I'm back
I'm just trynna put a smile yo darx you know its that
Working on a daily beginning to feel the pressure
I ain't stopping till I get a damn milli or two
So I'm up writing can't sleep I'm up shinning
Call nasty yo nasty where the booth at
I'm finna get some weight off and reload this clip
My pen filled with blood that's how I spill my shit
Now where they at they probably planning on my fall
Paranoid parallel impatient when I'm proceeding
Probably say the gang been working should I repeat it
This reckless youth been slumping its all love
Now in a state of mind trapped inside of my thoughts
Preaching all I got is my music no debating
So I keep it on a low low right next to slow slow
Contemplating on should I pull it nah nigga
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna Patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
Fresh off the jet its the pilot
Only give a f about the set and my dialect
We got the grip and the work so we hiring
The baddest chick with the hips and she riding
Ah young og's chasing the grip grip grip
She blew the tip like we crip crip crip
My license foreign so police pree the strip
Still skirt the car like my plates all legit
Ah young hammer chicks pree grab the camera
Jewel san tana dip set clip bananas
Dapper dan a lace me up like I'm heading ambers
Now I'm back drop by see nana
Og got niggas orange like Fanta
Talking taxi ranks spykos the whole shanders
My plan to cover all heads like bandanas
Told you fools that the flow is bananas
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna Patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
I told ma killy killy fuck the beef lets get the doe
And when we get it we can slide if you wanna go
But if it don't make money then it's pointless
Trynna prove a point will have you stuck in da joint stressed
We take risks but they gotta bee calculated
Free ma killys out the pen they incarcerated
Free game I gotta give it to ma young boys
You ain't really bout that life you just make noise
You ain't never been trapped in da trap
Trynna get out but you keep going back
Young nigga fell in love with the racks
Fell in love with the streets it was hindering my raps
Line bugging late night out jugging
No love in the streets I was block hugging
In da bando eating white rice and curry mutton
You probably thought that I'd turn out to be nothing
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
First things first I'm proud to say that I'm back
I'm just trynna put a smile yo darx you know its that
Working on a daily beginning to feel the pressure
I ain't stopping till I get a damn milli or two
So I'm up writing can't sleep I'm up shinning
Call nasty yo nasty where the booth at
I'm finna get some weight off and reload this clip
My pen filled with blood that's how I spill my shit
Now where they at they probably planning on my fall
Paranoid parallel impatient when I'm proceeding
Probably say the gang been working should I repeat it
This reckless youth been slumping its all love
Now in a state of mind trapped inside of my thoughts
Preaching all I got is my music no debating
So I keep it on a low low right next to slow slow
Contemplating on should I pull it nah nigga
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna Patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
Fresh off the jet its the pilot
Only give a f about the set and my dialect
We got the grip and the work so we hiring
The baddest chick with the hips and she riding
Ah young og's chasing the grip grip grip
She blew the tip like we crip crip crip
My license foreign so police pree the strip
Still skirt the car like my plates all legit
Ah young hammer chicks pree grab the camera
Jewel san tana dip set clip bananas
Dapper dan a lace me up like I'm heading ambers
Now I'm back drop by see nana
Og got niggas orange like Fanta
Talking taxi ranks spykos the whole shanders
My plan to cover all heads like bandanas
Told you fools that the flow is bananas
From the north to the east to the west
They don't make them like this no more
We're the last ones left we the realest
We the iilest and that's for sure
I wanna put a smile on ma mama face
Wanna Patek diamonds in the face
I got sticks to protect the safe
Money be the only thing I ever chase
Credits
Writer(s): Gift Chuene
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