Paper Chaser

Who gives a about a hater
I motivate them
They talk about me everyday cause i stack my paper
Paper chaser that's all I think bout when I wake up
People hate cause I going up like a elevator
Medication is what I meditate from
This ain't no race cause
I just waiting patient
Work everyday right now I ain't got no time for celebration
I got the yay your boy just trying to spread it cross the nation
I did the time for my case
I was lock up for days
This weed got my head up in space
They want to see me fall on my face
So I walk with this Glock on my waste
You never know just in case
Somebody get out of place
For sure this glizzy going knock off his face yo

I'm so high right now
Trust me I ain't planning on coming back down
I giver her my number she text me
She told me she heard that I don't back down
Free all my boys lock up in the pin
Forget all them snitches I don't like none
Don't like none
When I'm smoking the green
Mix up with the brown is for me to get high like a cloud
And if you smell this thing
What I'm smoking is going to be just as if you collect a clout
She like chat to much on the phone
I tell her come over put it in her mouth

I only knew shorty for a couple of seconds it done
Look like she want come hop in my car
But I don't give her wrong
She taking her foot
I know shorty want do it with a star
I know they going hate whenever I gone
That's why I does turn up when I by the bar
I been serving them feens
All this money can't fit in my jeans
I get down on my knees and I pray for whatever I need
Them man them looking for fame
Only the real ones here on my team
This weed got me high like a plane
THC all in my vain

I'm so high right now
Trust me I ain't planning on coming back down
I giver her my number she text me
She told me she heard that I don't back down
Free all my boys lock up in the pin
Forget all them snitches I don't like none
Don't like none
When I'm smoking the green
Mix up with the brown is for me to get high like a cloud
And if you smell this thing
What I'm smoking is going to be just as if you collect a clout
She like chat to much on the phone
I tell her come over put it in her mouth



Credits
Writer(s): Thieodore Webster, 8ball Blakk
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