Paper (feat. Breana Marin)

I gotta get to the bag Get this paper And finally be somebody in this world I gotta get to the bag Get this paper And finally live the life that I deserve I gotta get to it This paper ain't gon' make itself So every morning I be thinking wealth Super predictable my days'll melt Blend together start to hate myself Cuz my situation ain't ideal I'm holding on Wish I could break the cycle I've been going on Where everyday feels like the only one What did we really do to deserve this The crowds makes me nervous Super anxious but I'm super cool on the surface Hustle til my eyes bleed, out working all who I see Cuz I don't like where I be They 'bout to change your IV If I don't change my ways my family tree gon' stop where I be I had to leave the shy me, to get that glow inside me If you don't kill it you don't eat, internalized from ET You owe you, before you owe me So get on your dreams and get this money Don't let em shame you for working they thinking life is funny They like smelling bummy I gotta get to the bag Get this paper And finally be somebody in this world I gotta get to the bag Get this paper And finally live the life that I deserve I gotta get to it The worst prognosis can knock the wind out Can test families who really been down When money ain't flowing she really in doubt She can't respect a man she earns more than She's like, who wears the pants now Egotistical, some spiritual, holier than thou Never pull nobody up but rather tear another down I say get your paper right before you invest Your time in who could be next It's really 'bout that respect The bread winner huh You want it on your shoulders But maybe it was forced Because you wasn't chosen Now you got mouths to feed And no one's here supporting And the worlds judging Feel like the worlds imploding Had a different plan You didn't want this for them Had it mapped out You was looking forward Now you tapped out But still pressing forward Now you focused on the mission and you know it