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They call me paper, I be really trying to work
If it's money on the line, I ain't sleep I'm alert
Leave your feelings at the door bitch, I don't care If they hurt
If she all up in my face then I'm liable to flirt
She a virgin, quoting t-jay and she say that shit hurt
Poking out the jeans, can't even contain it in a skirt
I ain't really with the gimmicks
I don't laugh
I don't joke
I don't smirk
Looking for my India like I'm Durk

Niggas getting money, yea we getting gwapaneese
All my niggas get a bag, get a plate we gonna feast
I done came from the struggle, Yes the belly of the beasts
Five hundred on a Gucci, I be copping all the fleece
Yes I'm from the G and that's not South, West or the East
Niggas really rapping violence, murder , all I want is peace
I don't really f*ck with bitches, they be dirty like some yeast
Bless a nigga like I'm uncle Phil or I'm Mr Beast
Boy I pray to god daily and I keep that on the pice
Fucking on two twins taste like Viennese
Give dick, break her back, yes I blessed her like a priest
I don't really f*ck with 12, I be ducking the police

Niggas throwing stones, we be riding round town we be posted with them sticks,
I don't really be in moods, but I'm switching up the fits
I was knee deep in that field trying to blitz
Hold my own weight, I be eating the grits
I be in and out the mix

I'm on a mission, I can not just fail
I'm Going Rouge, and I'm going off the rails
We don't finish sentences, we gonna post bail
If I give the commas, they give me Intel
They call me paper, I invoice thorough mail
I'm not no god , but I'm gonna give them hell
I be the thief in the knight who prevails
I wish you the best, because I know it unwell

They call me paper, I be really trying to work
If it's money on the line, I ain't sleep I'm alert I'm alert
Leave your feelings at the door bitch, I don't care If they hurt
If she all up in my face then I'm liable to flirt
She a virgin, quoting t-jay and she say that shit hurt
Poking out the jeans, can't even contain it in a skirt
I ain't really with the gimmicks
I don't laugh
I don't joke
I don't smirk
Looking for my India like I'm Durk

Niggas getting money, yea we getting gwapaneese
All my niggas get a bag, get a plate we gonna feast
I done came from the struggle, the belly of the beasts
Five hundred on a Gucci, I be copping all the fleece
Yes I'm from the G and that's not South, West or the East
Niggas really rapping violence, murder , all I want is peace
I don't really f*ck with bitches, they be dirty like some yeast
Bless a nigga like I'm uncle Phil or I'm Mr Beast

I be chasing after money, I be chasing after cheese
If your bitch ain't fucking than that bitch gotta leave
Pocket full of green, lettuce
I be counting all this money, think a nigga got a fetish
They ain't ready, throw the money in air like some confetti
Pssh rawer, put it in ask her is she ready
She want that gucci, that prada and she want the dior
I was broke started trapping in a honda accord
Im buying fendi what you niggas cant really afford
I was in the projects fucking bad bitches in the back of a ford

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