Paper Chase
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Paper Chase Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I be on the block chillin' with the muthafuckin' villains
Tryna make a killin' yellin', "Fuck how you feelin'!"
Niggas grillin' prolly get popped at
Like a quarterback how them niggas just drop back
Homie I got drugs for sale
Make them other dudes drown how I flood the sales
I'm tryna flood the streets givin' bars to beats
I'm a modern day hippie like Chong & Cheech
Tell 'em bring me an O and I'mma roll it all
Ladies call me Kobe Bryant cause I'm know to ball
But I don't really hoop, I'm just chasin' the loot
Bro I need that new six it got space in the Coupe
And I'm spacin' the suit I got grapes in the blunt
Watch me break it down, twist it, then I'm facin' the blunt
On the way to the moon, I lit a J of the moon
I'm just a cool ass nigga with the face of a goon
[Verse 2]
The feds runnin' up, was a set back
But I'm still on the block, I had to step back
Then I stepped up, tell them niggas catch up
Cause I'm in the fast lane and I'm next up
I been grindin' for a minute now
Y'all Rookies just now gettin' down
I dribbled the rock while pitchin' the dro
So tell me what you need, I got the shit for the low
I got whatever you want and whatever you need
I got bails in my trunk, I got tricks up my sleeve
Money ain't shit to a cool nigga
And we don't drive fast, we just cruise, nigga
I don't lose nigga, all I do is win
These niggas talkin' big, but they paper-thin
They say they movin' weight, I'm bust losin' weight
They know I'm eatin' good, look at my dinner plate
I be on the block chillin' with the muthafuckin' villains
Tryna make a killin' yellin', "Fuck how you feelin'!"
Niggas grillin' prolly get popped at
Like a quarterback how them niggas just drop back
Homie I got drugs for sale
Make them other dudes drown how I flood the sales
I'm tryna flood the streets givin' bars to beats
I'm a modern day hippie like Chong & Cheech
Tell 'em bring me an O and I'mma roll it all
Ladies call me Kobe Bryant cause I'm know to ball
But I don't really hoop, I'm just chasin' the loot
Bro I need that new six it got space in the Coupe
And I'm spacin' the suit I got grapes in the blunt
Watch me break it down, twist it, then I'm facin' the blunt
On the way to the moon, I lit a J of the moon
I'm just a cool ass nigga with the face of a goon
[Verse 2]
The feds runnin' up, was a set back
But I'm still on the block, I had to step back
Then I stepped up, tell them niggas catch up
Cause I'm in the fast lane and I'm next up
I been grindin' for a minute now
Y'all Rookies just now gettin' down
I dribbled the rock while pitchin' the dro
So tell me what you need, I got the shit for the low
I got whatever you want and whatever you need
I got bails in my trunk, I got tricks up my sleeve
Money ain't shit to a cool nigga
And we don't drive fast, we just cruise, nigga
I don't lose nigga, all I do is win
These niggas talkin' big, but they paper-thin
They say they movin' weight, I'm bust losin' weight
They know I'm eatin' good, look at my dinner plate
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