Lyrics:
of suckers left
I grab the mic, and I load it like a long four-fifth
Huh, and dare you to riff
Or even sneeze as I blow you to your knees, have you
treasure chest
Industrialist
Like Paul Revere
I got friends in high places yeah
Greater chance that I make it there
Nike checks bank statements clear
Can't
jokes
Influenced by music thats outdated like amish folks
I promise though, nowadays rappers are common clones
Its hard to make the call without no bars
quite taken in by it all
Till her brother came in the Spring
And he took her back to St. Paul
I don't go down to Jackson
Ain't nothing there but
up reasons for not wanting to hang out
It's too late for a blaze up, I'm trynna black out
I just wanna be by myself
I don't wanna be with nobody else
too far in bag
Told her get somebody else to do it
Now her salty ass mad
Bro got pounds in the Hefty
I like the Gain joints by Glad
When you lay your
the Rolls-Royce 'cause stars in the ceilin' (ceilin')
Who made it hard?
Swap EBT for cash like tradin' cards, yeah
I've been broke my whole life (broke, yeah)
bitch
Yea
Uh Huh (Uh)
Loko what it do blood
Go (Uh)
Go (Uh)
Huncho (Bitch)
Lets get it
Puff on Biscotti it pull like a tackle
I just scored on some uh in
bar beat, pardon me
I bet right about now you feelin' like Jordan down in the Jordan Downs
In fact it's crazy that you even play ball to clear your
you know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah)
So I was like aight, yo, can I get into it? (Uh-huh)
My crew down to do it, if she gonna pursue it (uh-huh)
mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battle in session, what's up with it?
I talk like I walk with a f***ed up pivot
N****s scream out: "It's just us
bitches
You snitches, smoke swishers and plan my sweet robberies.
This shit is on, I'm scopin' out this fool that I don't like
Who fucked me out some
like a quarter a mil
Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay
Beautiful Like The Beatles
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced
up
There's only one legend alive
The rest you gotta dig up
You acting like it's hard roast ya
I'll creep in your crib, and put your brains on your
up too well against them I guess
But by the standards 'round here I ain't doing that awful
Lord it's hard to turn the other cheek
Hard to bless
Up like it's parentheses i'm yelling "ayup
" I weigh a buck forty still
But when my finger tips touch the quill
I'll be feeling like I'm
Paul Pierce
out it's a stick-up, hit the floor
You fish cake niggas, stay lipping off
Did your Mama name you, or Mrs. Paul's
Battling session, what's up with it
I
and have a toast
I ain't never been impressed by your itty bitty flows
I'm the big dog and I turn em into bones
Do it like I'm Chris Paul how I lob it to my
Impossible
Sell every gram every molecule
Yeah, put my lil ho in Jean Paul Gaultier
She ain't fucking with Nautica
Keep it player, you like my lil bitch?
Yeah,
1+1=2
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced album by Paul Day
my heart
Is Never where you at
Or where it need to be
And I can tell by
How you look
You holding back
That shit be changing me
When you having cloudy
fuckin' jeans
Tell me what I'm sayin' like you downloaded Genius
I don't speak French but excuse my English
Sippin on wop, Robitussin, don't see it
Walkin'
Please Give It Back To Me
Copyright Paul Day 2006
Considered a Makshow project but in fact the album 1+1=2 was the first home recorded and produced
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