Paper Cuts

Raising all the stakes, I'm on the gravy train
Still on my ninja s, feeling like Liu Kang
Felonious with the lyrics, I'm out committing arsons
I love Charlie Brown, but I ain't a Ben Carson
They digging all my projects, yours just the snippets
My s is automatic, you still stuck with the stick shifts
A newborn in this game, I came with a blank slate
Tryna learn some new words, but they can't even talk straight

Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me, tryna find they heart
I don't sweat the small stuff, f a paper cut
I found hip hop in the attic, gotta blow the dust

Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me, tryna find they heart
I don't sweat the small stuff, f a paper cut
I found hip hop in the attic, gotta blow the dust

This sample is too loud, who the f cares?
I must be something amazing, look at all the stares
Go hit the bleachers, y'all rappers out of shape
Y'all n out of breath with all that s y'all vape
Armed with a stop watch, that b is still ticking
Can't cook for s, talking about y'all in the kitchen
Your man's hyping it up, 'cause it d sure ain't your lyrics
Turn that b down, nobody wants to hear it
I hit the skip button right after your first sentence
Don't compare me and you, we don't belong in the same sentence
I don't want friends, I'm here to dominate
A true native american, don't want to assimilate
I'll roll up on your a, I don't need a battle cry
F talking it out, you already know why
You better walk with a disguise better than Jolie
'Cause I'll tear y'all n up, ain't talking no loose leaf
Let's change the subject, how 'bout that car you rented?
Taking it back to the dealer, make sure you don't dent it
I'm done talking about you, I don't want you trending
A natural clout chaser, hoping that it's fans I'm sending
Gotta be honest, I have a confession to make
Easily identifiable by her model and make
Let's get boo'd up, I love the way you say banana
This ain't another love song, it's more mild mannered

Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me, tryna find they heart
I don't sweat the small stuff, f a paper cut
I found hip hop in the attic, gotta blow the dust

Paper cut so thin, you could see the parts
Got these cowards all around me, tryna find they heart
I don't sweat the small stuff, f a paper cut
I found hip hop in the attic, gotta blow the dust



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Lee
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