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Sweat the perm sweat the perm
I get payed then I'm free
Never learn never learn
Spend that paper in a week
No concern no concern
Thirty Jades on this beat

ruin the fun
I am the one, you better go get your friend and bring her or you ain't getting none
Paper all I talk yeah, I don't do the bulls***
Play

March on, soles worn paper thin. Recite the mantra by memory. Ignore the stark lack of symmetry. Sing on and echo the battle hymn. You'll get exactly

I'm sponsored by Petco
Hold it down 10 toes while the digits crescendo
Catch me in Vegas paper route like I'm Renfrow
You think we hit a parlay but we

of cards, I can never show my other hand
Runnin' towards paper, oh shit, that's another band
How he tryna smoke you bro, you need to find another friend
Pop

ubers
Tryna take the takers with my niggas bitch I hang with looters
They hate the way I'm talking in all these fucking songs
Don't give a fuck lil sneaky

Remember those summer nights
We spent them by the lake
Watching everyone take their time
The atmosphere
And the dry, cool air
Leaning against

speak
Spend a thousand of my years just to get you to feel the beat

But every time I play my song you feed me negativity
So I'm nervous out of tune

As we proceed
To reach for the proceeds
I feel as an OG
Speak what they dont teach
Niggas be outta touch
So they songs dont reach
SOB
Blessed beyond

the other songs
Cause they know MZH next
You say you draw a crowd
But to me it's just a sketch
Keep that sterafoam
Put that purple in my cup
Let's be Giannis

a different song
I be counting paper
Now all my fingers numb
Know I stay with a weapon
Can't trust these niggas no
I be changing the weather
Now it's forever

All these people talking like they think that they know me
When by the time I'm finished gon' be seen as an og
But being in top position can be so

avoid
And beat myself up if the record's not approaching the point
I'm killed by what I love like a kid who chokes on his toy
On paper, I don't look for

and mustard
Yeah, my cheeks are hella red but
I don't ever get flustered
Owned by a country star again
Write a song about it motherfucker church

Shoutout

about we just don't associate anymore?
Go on and hate away from where I stay
Ain't any place for shitty taste or pity plays
Put on by inconsideration's

Yea
Yea, yea yea
Uh
Since you can't talk I'm a tell it like this
This ain't a song to rekindle our love ma it's more of a message
I've undergone

the high card
Got the royal flush bluffing
Surrounded by the culture
He was destined for the greatness
Always had the fire going
When his pen was

to count my checks
I got a lil white girl who like to be grabbed by the neck
Feeling like a ref how I stay with a tec
Said she just wanna chill
You just like

it?
Talking about a bag
Go get it
Not a gymnast
But we flip him
Want to smoke u got to chip in
Ate some paper now I'm glitching
And I'm feeling like

Well the paper got folded and I was down
Thought I had a new song
Turned out I was just getting fat enjoying steak by the lake
But can I truly be

champion oh
Kida wonder you be champion oh oh oh
My pikin you be champion oh
Kida wonder you be
See
I put my soul into this music and every song I de write

feeling like I'm Messi when I'm kicking shit
Killing every song , going hard , y'all just dropping shit
Might just need a RICO how 2Live just be dropping

in the headrest so the piranhas is
Swimming past when Cass comes spinnin past
You know I'm going slow
But my rims is spinning fast
I'm in a class by my

music eases pain and some songs hurt
I just let beats speak to me in my sleep
Rise up for glory
Never becoming victim to defeat
I hate having to repeat
I