Paper Chase
Yeah
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason
N- want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Bubba, that's paved the way (you okay)
They killed Kai
He the one put me on this paper chase (long live twenty-three)
I remember damn broke, trapping out at twenty-eight (yeah)
Chris Johnson
I move that pack at the fastest pace (he gone), damn (damn)
You broke a- n- speed bump 'cause y'all always in the way (yeah)
Penalty, illegal formation, ain't having no emotion anyway
I chase that paper daily, every day, that's why I got the cake
Don't want my sons with no step daddy, I'm staying out the way
Let that Honda match, you gon' for sending shots
There's no more handguns or sprinters, I'm in a suburban with the K
Kai died, wish he was with us, I still remember it every day
These n- love to hate but it's
Straight 'cause I'm getting to this cake
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason
Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Grinding, tryna make a wave, I'm surfing on 'em n-
I'm the one who made a way, that's why I signed to Rod
N- they be feeling played, that's why I keep the ride
Imitation n- playing, I'm doing what them put in car
Spraying like we playing taunt, toughest n-
Hit the can, they turn into a pump, the kennel shot itself in it's foot
With it's own pump, the smallest n- hit the can
They want the bottom bomb, he bumping n-
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason
N- want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Oh yeah, we're getting it
Oh yeah, we fight only
We're getting it, that's the simple way up
Well, I mean Kallie's trying to make a way, yeah
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason
N- want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Bubba, that's paved the way (you okay)
They killed Kai
He the one put me on this paper chase (long live twenty-three)
I remember damn broke, trapping out at twenty-eight (yeah)
Chris Johnson
I move that pack at the fastest pace (he gone), damn (damn)
You broke a- n- speed bump 'cause y'all always in the way (yeah)
Penalty, illegal formation, ain't having no emotion anyway
I chase that paper daily, every day, that's why I got the cake
Don't want my sons with no step daddy, I'm staying out the way
Let that Honda match, you gon' for sending shots
There's no more handguns or sprinters, I'm in a suburban with the K
Kai died, wish he was with us, I still remember it every day
These n- love to hate but it's
Straight 'cause I'm getting to this cake
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason
Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Grinding, tryna make a wave, I'm surfing on 'em n-
I'm the one who made a way, that's why I signed to Rod
N- they be feeling played, that's why I keep the ride
Imitation n- playing, I'm doing what them put in car
Spraying like we playing taunt, toughest n-
Hit the can, they turn into a pump, the kennel shot itself in it's foot
With it's own pump, the smallest n- hit the can
They want the bottom bomb, he bumping n-
You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason
N- want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah
Oh yeah, we're getting it
Oh yeah, we fight only
We're getting it, that's the simple way up
Well, I mean Kallie's trying to make a way, yeah
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Saad Ghallab
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