Pain into Paper
Makaz
Aye Drumma Boy we on some shit
Middle of Atlanta
Look
I'm tryin turn pain into paper
So much trauma in my dome
I could be stackin for ages
Don't work out I'm going home
& Gettin active with razors
Do this rap shit on my own
Ain't really askin for favors
A nigga back got too much bone
That's just how granny had raised us
So much black up in my bones
I know these crackers is racist
Uhh
Hundred cameras, hundred niggas was taping
Still murked him, still yellowish taping
Land of the free
I remember trappin
Back when my man wasn't free
Handling my scandals plan A
That plan wasn't B
This was back when niggas thought
That this would never be
Now it's lookin like it forever be forever me
Them niggas murkin in my city
Hear the sirens for it
2018 I had went viral for it
But luckily it was a skit that we was shooting
Nobody shot up for it
Fast forward a nigga hotter for it
Cause where I'm from
They really shooting out that bitch
When the drama going
Fast pull and kill ya momma for it
I'm talkin get him and they got him for it
Small shit they ain't gotta do it
Irony is that the iron do it
Thanking Lord they ain't got me
Thanking Lord they ain't rock me
Rock bottom be rocky
But God got him I'm cocky
Niggas sayin I ain't top 5
Niggas sayin I'm top 3
And I see and I agree, but I'm not 2 and I'm not 3
Who in the city could top me?
Call Kev up 99 me
Set it up and bet it up
Bet a nigga won't out rhyme me
That's bad for ya career boy
Bet a nigga won't out shine me
This gun got 100 clips
Bet a motherfucka won't out grind me
Remember my motivation was
I wasn't hot enough
But now that I'm hot I put them dollars up
And truth is
Man theses niggas wouldn't dare
Try and bother us
Cause when it come to points on the board
They ain't got enough
Remember my motivation was
I wasn't hot enough
But now that I'm hot I put them dollars up
And truth is
Man theses niggas wouldn't dare
Try and bother us
Cause when it come to points on the board
Hold up, wait
A nigga all in
Until I'm all out
And to my real ones
When the mills come don't fall out
When I'm ballin we gone ball out
And to my real ones
When the mills come don't fall out motherfucka
Nah don't fall out motherfucka
Be here now then later on turn out suckas
Cause you know it's gone be fuck you
If it's fuck us
Motherfucka
Uhh
I'm talkin beyond paid
And my time is now go tell Dion wait
I'm a hard worker I got Yvonne ways
And it's all gone happen
Because Yvonne prayed
Turn this pain into paper
Aye Drumma Boy we on some shit
Middle of Atlanta
Look
I'm tryin turn pain into paper
So much trauma in my dome
I could be stackin for ages
Don't work out I'm going home
& Gettin active with razors
Do this rap shit on my own
Ain't really askin for favors
A nigga back got too much bone
That's just how granny had raised us
So much black up in my bones
I know these crackers is racist
Uhh
Hundred cameras, hundred niggas was taping
Still murked him, still yellowish taping
Land of the free
I remember trappin
Back when my man wasn't free
Handling my scandals plan A
That plan wasn't B
This was back when niggas thought
That this would never be
Now it's lookin like it forever be forever me
Them niggas murkin in my city
Hear the sirens for it
2018 I had went viral for it
But luckily it was a skit that we was shooting
Nobody shot up for it
Fast forward a nigga hotter for it
Cause where I'm from
They really shooting out that bitch
When the drama going
Fast pull and kill ya momma for it
I'm talkin get him and they got him for it
Small shit they ain't gotta do it
Irony is that the iron do it
Thanking Lord they ain't got me
Thanking Lord they ain't rock me
Rock bottom be rocky
But God got him I'm cocky
Niggas sayin I ain't top 5
Niggas sayin I'm top 3
And I see and I agree, but I'm not 2 and I'm not 3
Who in the city could top me?
Call Kev up 99 me
Set it up and bet it up
Bet a nigga won't out rhyme me
That's bad for ya career boy
Bet a nigga won't out shine me
This gun got 100 clips
Bet a motherfucka won't out grind me
Remember my motivation was
I wasn't hot enough
But now that I'm hot I put them dollars up
And truth is
Man theses niggas wouldn't dare
Try and bother us
Cause when it come to points on the board
They ain't got enough
Remember my motivation was
I wasn't hot enough
But now that I'm hot I put them dollars up
And truth is
Man theses niggas wouldn't dare
Try and bother us
Cause when it come to points on the board
Hold up, wait
A nigga all in
Until I'm all out
And to my real ones
When the mills come don't fall out
When I'm ballin we gone ball out
And to my real ones
When the mills come don't fall out motherfucka
Nah don't fall out motherfucka
Be here now then later on turn out suckas
Cause you know it's gone be fuck you
If it's fuck us
Motherfucka
Uhh
I'm talkin beyond paid
And my time is now go tell Dion wait
I'm a hard worker I got Yvonne ways
And it's all gone happen
Because Yvonne prayed
Turn this pain into paper
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