Lyrics:
found it, in a month
He kicked me out he had enough
So I got up, I'm in the kitchen baking pizza with a crust
For a paycheck I can go and spend
'Member when my uncle told me I put
Too much soda on that yola
Payroll made me want a Rollie
Blade made me want a Rover (yeah)
I got paper in North Dakota
the kitchen whippin' whole thang
Tim on the phone, he in the penitentiary
Nigga gave the people my whole name
Not my rap name, I know niggas snitchin'
me, huh
Still ride wit' it on papers
It's just for my safety, yeah
And how I've been feeling lately, you
Don't wanna play wit' me, yeah
And the way that
paper
Through the pleasure or pain
Got so much game, I should've come with a rep
Boy’s givin' me advice you
Just waistin' your braith i lost my mind
Now
sent that
Eggshell the color add water watch it gel
The kitchen counter tops is like first Noel
The game is a fire and rain
All you rappers is targets
a 40, still smokin' on papers
I'll give you my heart but I
Promise I'll never chase you
A nigga stress and downin'
Hennessy with no chaser i'm sorry, mama
through the kitchen to a
Room I fall victim in before the gameplay
We do a little scrimmaging no love involved
She know niggas just kicking it
Yeah, she
just coppin’ a joy
Early fruits of your labor
Fuck friends, get paper
I crush and destroy
Turn enemies into vapor
Yeah I know I made a few mistakes but
me apart...
How can a simple piece of paper
Make me lose my upstairs neighbor?
I know that it’ll never be same
Once you get into that car
It’s like
paid us even with the failure, know I'm fortunate
Raw papers twisting up these joints, I'm no contortionist
Star gazer, look up at the sky and know
This a token of my affection
Wrote these thoughts down on this paper while you were resting
As you get older, your life takes a direction
When it
we are again in the middle of the night
We dance around the kitchen in the refrigerator light
Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too
a fundraiser
It's the front page of the paper
It's just a seven-pager
Every house has a good book and
Kitchens all smell like home cooking
If a tractor's
the Matrix hard to feel awakened
Feelin' liberation travel through the wave lengths
Had to find a way my route was pen and paper
My hand full of aces not
to the kitchen
I got a few ounce by the biscuits
Young niggas getting street money till they lock me
I got a white girl with a big back she talks cockney
paper on more hoes
They'll probably would take me straight to a court show
But instead of gettin' screwed on TV I rather fuck cuties
Unless ofcourse
through the year
And now we're moving out
So pack your clothes, your books, your doubt
And bring the piece of paper
That I gave you, back when you
through the year
And now we're moving out
So pack your clothes, your books, your doubt
And bring the piece of paper
That I gave you, back when you
Money hoes, fancy clothes
Heavy in the game, so I'm hot as cold
For paper, wake me up I think I'm dreaming
Back in the game, I thought I'd never have
bucks
[Chorus: x4]
Mountain dew Monte Carlo sitting on 26's
In the kitchen dog and I'm whipping like two chickens
Hustling is a habit, cornbread
know the minute I get in it skip the huggin' and the kissin'
You know I'm bout to lay it on down
Now we all up in the kitchen
Hittin' cabinets,
magic in it
Sent a grown ting in traffic a brick
Don't touch the suitcase, there's packets in it (don't touch)
Kitchen ting to the training ground
He
arff
Long nose ting with the two shells
You can see the front bit bruck arff
Still up in the streets, still up in the pay
No rave tryna make papers
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