Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the end of the album
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you so much
For tuning
on Sacs
And bliss on stacks
And ripped on back
You strip off dress
I kiss on necks, yeah
Underwater vibes played slow by Mario
Running through paper like
cbout five years ago, I dropped my 1st album “Paper Chasing”
Inspired by Nicki Minaj, who I believe is the Queen of Hip Hop
Because of her, I knew I
call it money, I call it a piece of paper
You think I'm a human being, Nah man I'm a freak of nature
Skepta I got the UK buzzing like a vibrator
Now
By the type of motherfuckers who ain't scared of shit
And if you playing this album, and I'm no longer here
And sometime far away from when I recorded
From the land of Larry Hoover where they bury shooters
I'm shinin' hard, Stanley Kubrick
We don't live by the law
Two-time felony charge, gun totin'
Unusual fellow
The album's three times dope
Don't hope it's going to be mellow
I'm coming with the force of a county sheriff
Serving subpoenas
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
production's tight
Sometimes I might catch a severe case of writer's block
But by the end of the day you'll be on my jock
My name's Malik my hobby's putting
all you want is wealth, they perceive it as greed
So as you loaded up that MAC and continue to bust
I was on paper, thinkin' they don't give a fuck
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
the thing to make the things worse Baby I should think first
‘For I make the things worse
My name is Trev
And this is an album by me It’s called RUMTLOVE
eyes you should see how much time I deprived of my self
Every day I sign in to life and disguise myself
Fuck having a friend, I just be by myself
I live
Swimming pools and champagne
Sunday afternoon Marvin Gaye playin
Sippin from a paper cup
Roll a couple zig zag papers up
Talk less and act more
I
Due to hit the papers and
Then the judge in chambers
I said 2020 vision
Now I can see him in the distance
I really manifested this
They didn't want
suckas hating on my name cause I'm next
Protected by the planes
J-L-R family crest
Momma fall back from them lames and fly with the best
Get paid
broken
I ain't't jokin, girl, I'm still in love
The kid is wildin', we thought he would get it down by the third album
But this nigga is still in love
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
Take this canvas and paint it blank
I mean ink 'til the paper's vanished
I mean think 'til the page has perished
I mean pen 'til it's maker's met it
the Lakers game while I'm eatin' Chinese
A couple album sales, now I'm touchin' overseas
Could've been a doctor, rather be a P
Shit been slow motion, yeah,
boom on your black ass, bitch
You could get the finger, the middle (come and get some)
I thought I hit rock bottom, they ban my album, point
money merely talking over drums
Just to sell ah single album got me sweating by the gallons
As I got my eyes on being next wit ah razor sharp talent
As I
Benji, Benji
Yeah, uh
If the paper ain't green can't trust it
I'll move on fast
Ain't nothing
Trying to go score for score
With a man like me
You
straight trash
You hearin’ Tory singin’ and rappin’
You pay cash my album bought to drop, nigga
I'ma bout to pop, nigga
How I shoot guns and go platinum off
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