Paper

Chasing a

Rascal, give me some paper Shoot him with black like he in the Matrix

I put a scope on that bitch with a laser I still be plotting these bitches on lame shit

One come on me, I can see on the face I cannot tie it up like it's a lace

That boy a coward, he get put in a case Don't need to show him, I do shit everyday

I'm spitting facts, I'm still with the rhymin' We ain't playing, I can't deal with no sirens

Dreaming bags, get inside like a lineman I ain't trippin', I just been on the grind

With a bottle, seeing nothing but time And tell em' off, they too dirty and grimy

Never gon' hang with no snakes They all be the fakes, but still not how I

Want to be slime Wait till I kick off the bass, make em' levitate