Paperboyz

The sun rise The rain wash Shower his pain points Spit out the fake fronts Dream of the lake front He know the days long The city we came from Too much game gone Still saying the same stuff This ain't a hold up But ya'll need to hold up It's like roll call Whenever we roll up The police show up Girls jumpin' double-Dutch Jay got Double Barrel Jaeti got the double pump Money ain't fast enough The Klan say the police don't kill enough We don't build enough I'm building up to my point It's all coincidental How you spit bars for free But paying for the instrumentals Up early Way late/ Sun, snow, on a birthday Birthed into the jungle baby Down the street from the candy lady Candy paint With Netflix Ten speakers and four amps Wood grain and leather Built in TV Get cable channels Want a name But don't want attention In the game With no substitution Can't lose Can't win Same cycle No evolution Get the green It's all work Hustle hard in a t-shirt Repurposed For this purpose Hunger pains And his feet hurt Tennis shoes Like Hill Street Blues Blue and black He ain't in the mood Lil' shawties On their way to school Look up to him As they passing through Look how smooth Life passing dude Flex on folks He's Rick Rude They just see a couple dollars baby They don't see what he's going through Pull up on 'em Interview Don't get pumped up Inner tube Say three four words then be through If she don't follow She ain't into you If I ain't got a couple stacks A couple racks I'm playing pool Wifey friends in the swimming pool Call up my guys And they swimming through Ain't a continent that ain't been to If I was you I'd be like me I don't need my heat on me Nobody know you Everybody know me I got 100,000 cats that'll speak for me Put that respect On my Hancock Hop on a flight I'm in Bangkok Ya'll still twerkin' in same spot Same car On the same block Same corner With same cops On the same grind Til the time stop Say the wrong thang And yo time stop I got the timesheet, timecard The timekeeper in the press box Jesus Christ with the dred locks Nat Turner you get the picture Can't compare me to these other frauds Talking bout cars and a bunch of broads Looking like they just rolled off the couch If it ain't about paper What's it all about Say my name and the lights go out Hop in my lane it's mad max You need to renew that bus pass You ain't in my league That's mad facts