Backend$ (feat. Jessie Andrews)
Paper Boy Trell
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Had to stand on ten toes by myself (Yeah) When I up, ain't no running for help (Nah) Bullets burning and making you melt (Melt) But my bible still up on the shelf (It is) Hop on the mic and turn up on these niggas Capping on Beezy, I'm pulling the triggers (For real) Stay in the hood like a angel lil nigga We was on the road, attention lil nigga Runts in the wood on yo momma it stank Saying you bang, tell me your rank? (Rank) Pussy you tripping I'm still with the gang Key say it's up, I pull up with that thang (Yeah) Say you a G? I'm taking your stripes Pulled up with the gas, you ain't wanna fight I am not tripping, I made it alright They put Trell Beezy in front of a mic I got an extension red beam and a light (Yeah) Free my boy Tay, lemme send him a kite (Yeah) Me and Montana put flags to the right (Yeah) Constantly stressing but letting it go Hottest in Chipley, just letting you know (Yeah) They gon be hating the minute I blow Ima get rich, Ima show you fasho I'm trynna run my check up (Yeah) Promise I'm gon bubble up (Yeah) Not tripping, I'm counting my bucks (Yeah) Tell Thirty to hop in the truck I'm trynna go get my BACKEND$ Might run in yo home for the BACKEND$ Or bust with the fye for the BACKEND$ Young niggas we came from the back end I wrote like 2 or 3 verses before I decided to scrap it That's how this shit happened Running like Madden, I'm mad that I happened To be the one rapping about shit that happened About shit that's tragic Bag in the back In the corner yo problems How do I turn a quarter to a dollar? How do I make sure I'm still gonna profit? Damn Aye When I needed help no one came for my help Unless I made them a song or I gave them a belt Just to hold up my pride they got from someone else Always bitch and complain bout how you needed help Then we go back and forth like we Keenan and Kel Yeah you missing my shit, but that ship bet not sail Put on my back for a bitch to almost end up in jail I'm trynna be hot while I'm walking through hell I'm trynna run my check up (Up) I'm trynna go bubble up (Yuh) I'm trynna pour up this cup (Yuh) Make sure I aint giving a f*ck (No) I'm trynna get all my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$) Young nigga that's coming from South Bends (South Bends) Putting in work for my BACKEND$ (BACKEND$) I chose to go through the back end
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Written by: Jessie Andrews, Latrell Hogan
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