Paper Route
I got paper ways
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
Shooting lyrics like a bullet range
Fire lit now it's time to let i hot shit blaze
When it blow when I come or it blew when I came
Don't be ashamed if you ignored the warning of flames
Strive for greatness make the doubters haters
Make the racers wanna race us
Make the racist know they can't erase us
Leave a burning trail like I play for the blazers
On the road to get to the millz like dream chasers
Sophisticated villain
Words sewed to my soul
They spread lies that's told don't tryda put mold on the name
Like Ju not cold to you mfs I'ma stay at it like D. Rose
Can't be mad the game chose honcho
P-O double-P A Ju solo dude that drop jewels
And refuse to live by these bullshit rules
Dummies tryda block the route when you about to get thru
You find hell in that selfish shit
Fuck the bullshit I'm chasing dead faces
No player hatin' steady paper chasin
Ay I got paper ways
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
Yo Ju
This Poppa Jewels speaking
I see you in 24 mode and shit
I see the vision trust me
But I wanna know like
What's the forces
Like nigha what you bouta do
From December 2 May weather Ima stack cash like Floyd
Big boss mindset fuck being employed
Why would I dip out to quit never sleep on the boy
3 cds on repeat playing w motorcycle toys
vividly I remember
Like boomerang the energy you give swings right back
That's karma right?
Cracked up the tire went flat
The sucker tried to steal my bike
With that same laugh ima be at the Garden like Spike
And let the snares slap ya face like Ike still
Might even have to take a bite off ya ear like Mike
I don't give a single damn about what a hater like
It's all praise to the most high
Cuz some dumb shit I done did I could've been dead
Sometimes it takes time to understand what's running thru my head
Got the most high on my side and will never turn my back
Think to step to me remember that vividly
Yo I got paper ways
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
Shooting lyrics like a bullet range
Fire lit now it's time to let i hot shit blaze
When it blow when I come or it blew when I came
Don't be ashamed if you ignored the warning of flames
Strive for greatness make the doubters haters
Make the racers wanna race us
Make the racist know they can't erase us
Leave a burning trail like I play for the blazers
On the road to get to the millz like dream chasers
Sophisticated villain
Words sewed to my soul
They spread lies that's told don't tryda put mold on the name
Like Ju not cold to you mfs I'ma stay at it like D. Rose
Can't be mad the game chose honcho
P-O double-P A Ju solo dude that drop jewels
And refuse to live by these bullshit rules
Dummies tryda block the route when you about to get thru
You find hell in that selfish shit
Fuck the bullshit I'm chasing dead faces
No player hatin' steady paper chasin
Ay I got paper ways
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
Yo Ju
This Poppa Jewels speaking
I see you in 24 mode and shit
I see the vision trust me
But I wanna know like
What's the forces
Like nigha what you bouta do
From December 2 May weather Ima stack cash like Floyd
Big boss mindset fuck being employed
Why would I dip out to quit never sleep on the boy
3 cds on repeat playing w motorcycle toys
vividly I remember
Like boomerang the energy you give swings right back
That's karma right?
Cracked up the tire went flat
The sucker tried to steal my bike
With that same laugh ima be at the Garden like Spike
And let the snares slap ya face like Ike still
Might even have to take a bite off ya ear like Mike
I don't give a single damn about what a hater like
It's all praise to the most high
Cuz some dumb shit I done did I could've been dead
Sometimes it takes time to understand what's running thru my head
Got the most high on my side and will never turn my back
Think to step to me remember that vividly
Yo I got paper ways
Paper made everything
You die but the paper stays
Always in my own lane
Especially on the paper chase
My flow is the purest cocaine
And not a thing is gonna change
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Writer(s): Julius Monley
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