TTPM (Paper Made Interlude)

MC of the U
Couldn't walk in my shoes

On guard
Im a tweener
Don't know if ill point it or shoot

You know me
Its been a while
Life foul
Catch you up to speed

Went fron scrambling for a plug to the nigga that
Slang drugs
What you need
Rappers claiming
They move the highest keys

A cool kid but shit
I hit the drill high knees
Every lick getting hit
Getting to it my way
Listen they gon judge
So fuck what they say

At ease when we shoot the breeze

Get a J - O - B
To support my dreams
It's still tender
9-5 no different from the hustling
Apply it with my smarts a college flunkie

Hate the dealer
Adore the junkie
Perception laced

Billionaire musk
Like Elon
Light years, eons
Past my peers
They too nerdy
Rather get my flee on
When the trap got low
We hit the fetshop for more piece

Swipe like a thief in the day
If it ship by night
Successful caper day
Lets Toast to the paper made



Credits
Writer(s): Odisee Harrison
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