Paper Chasers Lyrics

Every day

See 'em runnin' loops

Locked in on the fodder

Like chickens in a coop

Throw the seeds on the ground

Every day

See 'em runnin' loops

Like chickens in a coop

Seems nowadays everybody wanna chase the bag

It manifests in the way everybody act

See it on the street how they get attached

Like the money in the purse gon' have their back

But when it's used up

Who they gon' call?

Who they gon' run to?

Fucked all their friends tryna make the money move

And I guess it depends what they're really tryna prove

But I stay with the mans

I ain't tryna lose you

I call out the paper ain't it fucking irrelevant

Like I would put my two cents on your health

If you keep on earning paper in the deep end

Most bootlickers think they're really innocent

They don't know the repercussions of their ignorance

They don't know to keep their enemy without reconnaissance

Sold humanity to first buyers with the ill intent

Now they bent over

Fucked over, no closure

They pretend they're holding keys

The reality is, they're tryna hit the scene

But I see right through ya

Couldn't get attached

Cause all they got's money in the bag

Seems nowadays everybody wanna chase the bag

It manifests in the way everybody act

See it on the street how they get attached

Like the money in the purse gon' have their back

But when it's used up

Who they gon' call?

Who they gon' run to?

Fucked all their friends tryna make the money move

And I guess it depends what they're really tryna prove

But I stay with the mans

I ain't tryna lose you

You're gonna take your aim

But ammunition costs money

And you won't claim the same mistakes

A new phase you're running through

And I'm done with you

I'm in a new crew

Wasn't tryna loose you

But isn't it funny how people change?

Tryna accumulate the same thing

Spinning on a lathe

Ain't questioning the day to day

I ain't feel the resonance

I ain't tryna misbehave

But I ain't innocent

Days are racing by

Can you feel the shiver in your mind?

Wherever you're gon' go I'll always try

To apprehend the bag

Couldn't get attached

Cause all they got's money in the bag

Seems nowadays everybody wanna chase the bag

It manifests in the way everybody act

See it on the street how they get attached

Like the money in the purse gon' have their back

But when it's used up

Who they gon' call?

Who they gon' run to?

Fucked all their friends tryna make the money move

And I guess it depends what they're really tryna prove

But I stay with the mans

I ain't tryna lose you