Lyrics:
walk right
I use 2's by 2's
Like I'll you stupid
Toilet paper niggas streets up,
When It's time for me to use it
Take a picture of my hair cut
My
Skepta boy Better
Boy boy Better Know
Send out to P-Jam, Culprit
Steve-O, ML, Ultra, foundation
Yo
Too experienced to be taken for a stroller
(Ya ya
shit
No Biko No Steve but we gon' win
Go Hiroshima
With a flow that'll kill a River
Like Oscar Peter just because we don't sleep
That's protocol
I told
shit
No Biko No Steve but we gon' win
Go Hiroshima
With a flow that'll kill a River
Like Oscar Peter just because we don't sleep
That's protocol
I told
fuck the economy 'cause they're taxing our property
Sign up here with the paper, instead I do origami, and say, okay
Wipe ya' nose, we cold, what we
a real big gun
(No more starvin') I seen more evolution than Charles Darwin
Mental revolution with physical attributes of Tarzan
I fold more papers than
just throw me the right number
Northside outside you better keep your mouth quiet
Take em down in the water shawty got baptized
Crook by the book why
A desk job is boring file papers day and night
Cause nothing ever happens when I do my job right
I show up, I do work, I get paid, yeah it's alright
me
Running to the bag
Do it by my lonely
I ain't playing games
Baby this ain't Sony
Broke up with a bitch
Then she move my
Homie, if it wasn't
For my
ain't feeling grey like lead!
Venting through the pen, seeing love on paper
Soul embedded within, immortal for the ages
Breaking though the cages, see
mirror cool
That's a miracle like the wicked queen with a tricky scheme
I got the apple in my palm without a vivid stream
Steve Jobs with the mean bars,
live by die by the gun
Wont argue with a nigga who be going broke for fun
Passing bitches like steve Nash im a pheonix sun
Ducking dodging all this
out for you
I live it how I tell it
Come step into my office
Bitch I'm Steve Carrell’n
I’m all about the paper my team
Be on the same train
Started out
'em all
On point and on time, I ain't ever gon' stall
Like Steve I had to grind, I was workin' the jobs
Now I get it right back when I spend it, I'm
I’m callin’ it trash, cause you never even smoke bro
Put you on blast, but chill it’s just a joke bro
Like Steve Nash, but he blastin’ up a free throw
We come in peace give me a piece like it's
Reece and maybe you will stay in one piece
I'm cut like zoro I'm rocking you if you take paper from me
and everyone was blue
We bought bigger refrigerators
Filled our garages with toilet paper
Alcohol and frozen chickens too
I was standing in line at Trader Joe's
All these Niggas is do talk tough
I need to see your papers
Run them numbers
I'm count vlad
Collecting toes tags
Yo bitch call me Master
You a slave
like I'm a spinner
And I done learned from the greatest
Cause when we finally focus they can't fade us
26 year hiatus Stepped off on Philly like by
smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitated
That's just human nature, I don't blame them
I just keep-away 'em, my bro got a ray gun, uh
Motherfucker
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
shakedown
Is 'cuz a lot of niggas have fucked up
Word up, industry shakedown
Now what I mean by fucked up is
They don't wanna see the game played right
straps just like a dyke be (I'm Steve, ho)
My niggas ballin', y'all niggas sideline, Spike Lee
Niggas act gangster, but sweeter than iced tea
I told
Outcasted to the shadows 'cause you don't look right
Hypnotized by the eyes from the average muthafucka
Chrome to his dome, if he cries, he's a busta
There's
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