Paper Fetish Lyrics

This a lit boy hit, this shit legendary

Blue Faces on my mind, I got paper fetish

I got paper fetish

I got paper fetish

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blue faces on my mind, I got a paper fetish

Runnin' up the racks so I can pull off like Andretti's

Real gas in my wood, got my palms sweaty

My young nigga like to shoot, I call him Belinelli

They mad, i made it out, aint shit you could tell me

I been runnin' with the racks like Jerome Betis

You not a hustler, blame your daddy, boy, that shit genetics

You makin' money but your family strugglin', you selfish

Yeah, it's a marathon

I was outchea starvin' bad as hell but this ain't Ramadan

Play with me, I pop up at your door, nigga, like amazon

I'm the chosen one forreal, they follow me like Farrakhan

I know I'm straight drop, my mama always told me I was dope

I was bought up in the trap, I seen bows on the floor

As a young nigga, I seen a lot of shit I wasn't pose to

Can't show no love in these streets, they gon' fold you

You can tell I'm street forreal when you look me in my eyes

Ain't got no complaints, made it out my hood by 25

I came from roadrunnin', traffickin' them pills on 95

I don't need for you to tell me I'ma pop cause I'ma shine

You gotta watch the folks around, niggas pray on your demise

I'm that nigga that's gon' tell you like it is, I don't lie

I can't leave it up to God, cause I don't let nothin' slide

Keep a oven on me nigga run up wrong he fried

Blue faces on my mind, I got a paper fetish

Runnin' up the racks so I can pull off like Andretti's

Real gas in my wood, got my palms sweaty

My young nigga like to shoot i call him Belinelli

They mad, I made it out, aint shit you can tell me

I've been runnin' with them racks like Jerome Betis

You not a hustler blame your daddy boy that shit genetics

You makin' money, but your family strugglin', you selfish

Your family strugglin', you selfish