It's Paper - Paperboys

Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone

Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone

Double A coming through, we were slightly gone

Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y’all

(Vinni)

Yo i know i’m hopeless i was high when i wrote this

So focus, i don’t wanna die with the dopeness

I lie staring at the sky by the pochers

Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us

Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches

We dot the posters, the top postmokers

Leaving the beer coz i ain’t leaving this chair

«hey man» i ain’t even here, beamed upstairs

Sitting on mars, politicing spittin 16 bars

I blaze and switch between stars

Gotta hell of a flow but not to many’s ever telling me so

They too slow when my melody blow, i let the jealousy go

Way back, hey jack, i don’t play that, wanna lay back in the hay sack

Lace tracks, erase todays crap, face flat, so rewind till your tape snaps

(chours)

It’s paper

Y’all better wake up

We starting the race, yup

Pardon me, man, wut

Paper

Say what?

Hard to break

What?

Far from a faker

What?

It’s all in my nature

Paper

(Critics)

Yo i’ve been wild and jiggy, my niggas been afraid of riding with me

Taking to threats when the style gets shitty

Lacing it nice and pretty

Hitting niggas when eyes are greedy

These people lie, cry, die to get shimmy

Trying to drop the venom on 'em, mock the way they flowing

Stop tha later morning

To cop whatever they be showing in the stores from the chartlist

Eating everything a nigga say like a harddisk

Step into my office, home of the stoned and the heartless

Where are my partnes?

vinni (yup) i’m feeling nausceaus

Knowing these niggas done took it to the threshold

Vinni wanna start something?

you know that i be next door

Oh hell np, i ain’t gonna leave him by his lonely,

I ain’t really got nothing to say my players know me

Hold it

…gotta catchmy breath

Ready to go flow, like most these niggas ain’t never heard

On weed, off weed

Drunk, sober, really doesn’t matter

When i kick it you know the show’s over

I’m flowing on, cracking on whatever to spread word

A, dot, A, dot on a rise, you heard (me)

(Vinni)

I try to call the lord

To get a life we can all afford

A set of pipes and a wall of sword

Better write coz i’m surely bored

Get a light then i fall in chords

Get it tight and record it all

Need a flight, see the waterfall

I need a bite coz i swore to ball

I be the type that’ll tour the mall

Leave my stripes by the shore and crawl

I’d just like a little more that’s all

Bridge

We here to lock it down

Double A — top shit

Don’t fuck around

Roll j’s, poop lips

We gon bark now (… …)

Till ya hear the (… …)

When it’s dark outside and shit

And we here to let you know

We gon settle this for sure

So prepare to shut your door

When it hits your home: feeling this for sure