Get This Paper
Know i gotta shake it off i can't give up my brothers need me
Know this rap shit kinda hard but i don't like shit that come easy
You done been around for way too long it's hard to see you leave me
Always made sure you had a meal when i was barely eating
Every day i'm getting bad news feel like I'm barely grieving
I'm tired as fuck you can hear it in my voice sound like i'm barely speaking
I knew i was gone be the golden boy when i was barely teething
I gotta run it up cause i don't like to see my mama teaching
You did that shit you dead wrong
You know you could've said sum'
You could've got my head blown
I could have been a head a stone
I'm always tryna be the one the lord can lay his hands on
You really wanna be my girl then baby, play yo' man song
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
I'm tryna get my point my point across that i ain't never been no hater
Saw my brothers coming in with bricks and pounds
I watched them weigh 'em
Seen my patna started picking sides
I told his ass "just stay there"
You either with me or against me nigga, fuck an ultimatum
Aye my swag done changed a bit from when i started this
Bellbottoms and Jordan 1's i treat them like a starter kit
I remember back in middle school i was somewhere starting shit
Seventh grade this nigga stepped on my sneakers then we had started hitting
Glad i had came out of that, you leave ain't no coming back
You don't need an A.R., get a switch a drum attached
Let me stop rapping bout these guns, told Z i'm done with that
I remember pewee league when i was playing running back
Everything she do, it make me hurt right where my stomach at
Racing to the finish line a nigga started lunging at it
Everybody telling me "keep going" make my mama happy
Sometimes i look back to the first day that i had started rapping
Look what happened
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
Know this rap shit kinda hard but i don't like shit that come easy
You done been around for way too long it's hard to see you leave me
Always made sure you had a meal when i was barely eating
Every day i'm getting bad news feel like I'm barely grieving
I'm tired as fuck you can hear it in my voice sound like i'm barely speaking
I knew i was gone be the golden boy when i was barely teething
I gotta run it up cause i don't like to see my mama teaching
You did that shit you dead wrong
You know you could've said sum'
You could've got my head blown
I could have been a head a stone
I'm always tryna be the one the lord can lay his hands on
You really wanna be my girl then baby, play yo' man song
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
I'm tryna get my point my point across that i ain't never been no hater
Saw my brothers coming in with bricks and pounds
I watched them weigh 'em
Seen my patna started picking sides
I told his ass "just stay there"
You either with me or against me nigga, fuck an ultimatum
Aye my swag done changed a bit from when i started this
Bellbottoms and Jordan 1's i treat them like a starter kit
I remember back in middle school i was somewhere starting shit
Seventh grade this nigga stepped on my sneakers then we had started hitting
Glad i had came out of that, you leave ain't no coming back
You don't need an A.R., get a switch a drum attached
Let me stop rapping bout these guns, told Z i'm done with that
I remember pewee league when i was playing running back
Everything she do, it make me hurt right where my stomach at
Racing to the finish line a nigga started lunging at it
Everybody telling me "keep going" make my mama happy
Sometimes i look back to the first day that i had started rapping
Look what happened
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
Everyday i wake up i know i gotta get this paper
When i lay my head to sleep i dream bout balling like a Laker
I'm just tryna see when it got so cool to hate up on a player
I show love to everybody, you a lie if you see me hating
Credits
Writer(s): J Shiest
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