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Their ways of finding balance-mines my mind I kind of like it here-
Back to the paper-back to the pen game-back to the wall shit-that one is end

y’all’s ain’t willing
Stepped in the room everyone felt so timid
Tired of these lamez and tired of these fake
Life taught me get that paper brother not

Anyone claim that they're ahead of me
Especially when my limit is sky 
I vibe with the pen and turn the paper to tie-dye
The lyrical drive by
I'll probably

In the Town

Rapsody

The Idea of Beautiful

2012

Accords with two pastors in back of 'em
Don't make her feel God, can't forgive her for all of those
Said she stack her paper and won't change forever ho

I Don't Give a Fuck

Az-1

Independents Finest, Vol. 1

back y'all)
As a clever nigga, nuttin' to play with
(I don't give a fuck)
Thank God, he blew breath in my lungs

I'm known global, blooded out pimp by

they offer one, tell em two, yeah
Baby make 'em play by your rules, yeah

I'm cunt
Straight like that with a lil' bit of stunt
Cartier frames help

Why

Da Band

Bad Boys II

2003

Me, All I do is move blow off tha corner
Paper chasin', cause I'm tryin to stack doe like colma, (Watch me)
I'm tryin' to keep my head on tight
Baller

at the Valero (Damn)
I don't ask, do what I say so (Hm)
Niggas mad cuz my cash weigh more
In the lab, gotta have bankroll
Meet me at the stop up by the vaco

I

Gilligan Gucci by the pants cuff
Clean up chrezy like janitors
HBCU all I done been to stack these muhfuckin bands up
Now I got clear view fix my rear
View

saying baby get this paper
Stack it till ya jeans make ya pockets hit the pavement
Put you money where mouth is and give em changes
'Cause you cats have

stack up themselves now 

Gotta get paid now 
Mpatla can't pay for itself
Gotta get rack now 
Run me my cheque now 
Run me my paper 

On my wrist, yeah

I'm always getting hurt by the ones I love the most 
When they don't need nothing from me they be ghost
When I was down they used to treat me like

smelling it
How could you deny me, I'm spittin' true facts
I really touch paper, not talkin' a few stacks
These niggaz think they tough cuz they yell a few

shifts, you better send it back
I touched on it in the zone with a paper stack

[Chorus 1]

[Notch harmonizes until end]

of paper, stacks of acres
I mack, you? I'm rap's new savior
I should tattoo haters on my nuts
Cause that's where they be yeah they be
Trynna follow me and be

't kleine jongens
Ik ga alleen voor groot geld, big stacks
Veel cash
Jij tekent zielen weg voor wat kleine sommen
Het is Lil' Kleine, geen Lange

canneri I told my jeweler make my wrist a faucet
G’s all up on my belt I trap them P’s all by myself
VV’s all on my neck
You better not sneeze you gone get

break the stove'n
Novacane fucking up they nose'n

Get money stack it up, then count the paper
Then you ball on the hater, ball on the hater
Remember when

that's why ni**as play ya 
You can keep that pu**y hoe 
I'll never pay ya hoe 
You can hit the track 
cnd bring me back my paper 
cnd if you ever slack

partner's outside, I'm tryna tell him put the heat up
Cuz we up, I'm paper chasin' like mo' G's
And I've been buildin' by my lonely soul to help her charge

tell ‘em the monsters alive
Now tell ‘em the king has arrived
Please ‘em that they gotta listen, ‘cause I got some poetry written by Gods
This that go

A fragile tower once rose by my bed
A handy place to stack the books I read
But now the seven basic plot designs
Betray the endings of thier

You'd think I was a student by the way I make this paper stack
Don't bite my shit and don't try that
One of the best and I just realized that
Got so much

all the trash that we've been in
But like the countries around us, man it's clear that no one really borders
They just tryna stack the papers like