Kunci: G minor
Intro 1
Em
Verse 1
Em
I put it down for my therald niggas
From barrel to barrel,
we gon' ball like mellow niggas
Skimmin' and plottin'
to get hella figures
I'm talkin' bands like drumlines
Can't fuck with my grind
Wake with the sun like I gotta get it
Look at my sons like I gotta make it
For my daughter, gave my life an order
So I slaughter instrumentals,
play like Nintendo
I like it, feel a lot like a lover
Focus like lenses from Kodak,
droppin' dope
Raps catch a contact when
this boy's bad
Shit, shit is tragic
Been starvin' since a youngin',
now it's all or nothin'
Time to put it down and run the
Em
Marathon, I'm bout cake and that is all I ain't
stoppin' till the casket dips or raps or flips
So you catch who trapped us is,
I know you pray I fail, but the fact is this
I gotta get it, and I ain't worried
about you hatin' on my fly
Stackin' paper, paper chasin',
stackin' paper, paper chasin'
B
Em
I swear to God I gotta get it,
and I ain't worried about you hatin' on my fly
Stackin' paper, chasin',
stackin' paper, chasin'
It's all I know
B
Em
First focus on being a better person
Every day of my life I'm living
Focus on getting money
But respect is what I'm giving
Gotta keep it pushing
I came too far to be thinking quitting
B
Em
I got my ups and downs
But I refuse to keep on singing
I've been working on it
No, I'm passing any red lights
C
Em
But I stay in my lane
C
Em
Until it's time to move on
Stop me now, but I ain't gon' happen
I'm too fast, I'm furious
If it's time to get the job done
G
Em
The red derriere's on my mind
Sometimes it ain't good
for me to talk about
Put my feelings aside
G
Literally found another rope
Em
Starving for that green
But at the same time I gotta feel it
Love when a random person say you rap,
Em
First name Ravon, last name Red
Get it right, now stop until my lyrics
Embedded into your brain type
First name Ravon, last name Red
Get it right, now stop until my lyrics
Embedded into your brain type
I gotta get it, get that dope
And I ain't worried about you
hating on my flow
Stacking random imitations all I know
Stacking random imitations all I know
B
Em
I swear to God, I gotta get it
Get that dime
And I ain't worried about you hatin'
On my block
Stackin' pen and paper, chasin'
It's all I know
Stackin' pen and paper, chasin'
B
Em
It's all I know
Ah, let me breathe on the mic
Feels good like a breeze in the night
Whack rappers, they don't even need a mic
B
Em
I swear I do this shit, boy,
I put that on my line
Stealin' in the kitchen, whippin' up that Snow White Fresh 56,
G
Em
as white as a bear mouse
Niggas want my style,
they ain't really bought that life
G
Em
Run up on me wrong, lil' nigga,
Em
Round the room with two choppers,
longer than my arms
Niggas copped the P
G
when they see that I've bare arms
I'ma fire up the grill farm
Dump at least 50 and I'm
G
Em
cookin' it well done
Bad bitch annihilated
I'ma fuck her good and tell
her how to lick her later
Hang with the FaceTime shit,
I'll see you later
I'm a young nigga
trying to burn like a liquid
I gotta get it, and I ain't worried
about you hating on my blood
I'm bread on paper chasing,
B
Em
swear to God I gotta get it
And I ain't worried about
you hating on my blood
I'm stacking bread on paper chasing,
Em
I'm a gangster gangsta type
don't claim that life
I probably couldn't sleep at night
The anxious type
who's quick to take your life
unless you beef with mine
Hip -hop is not dead,
we came up in the greatest time
G
Listenin' to Nas, J -Pop,
Biggie and Shady's rhymes
Em
Ladies, baby, got em goin' crazy,
ladies waitin' line
Amazing with the rhymes,
G
Em
pencils gettin' locked for flavor crimes
Save your breath, this Bangladesh
just really ain't got shit on flags
I aim for death, I'll break your chest
G
if I just simply spit a rap
Em
You keepin' up, I know it's tough
and this is only half speed
I eat through rice for fuckin' lunch
like penguins do the catch team
Let's beat it up quick, this beat is a beat,
I'm killin' it like an animal
You keepin' a trick,
I'm bringin' the heat,
just throwin' it fast and that is all
Y 'all prayin' flags will fall,
but that ain't never gonna happen
I done been with my back to walls,
and I ain't stoppin' till that casket calls
So really you fags need to step back
and not grab my balls
I gotta get it, get that down
And I ain't worryin' bout you
hatin' on my block
Stackin' bread and paper,
chasin' tall liners
Stackin' bread and paper,
chasin' tall liners
Em
I gotta get it, get that down
And I ain't worryin' bout
you hatin' on my block
It's that the better paper chasin'
It's all I know
It's that the better paper chasin'
B
Em
It's all I know
See what y 'all made me do?
Aw man, this shit is unreal
I came a long way, fam
Shout out to Flex, Mel and Red
But jumpin' on this, I appreciate ya
Y 'all did me a bigger
favor than you know
Not many people believe
in the quality of my product
Oh well, it is what it is, you know
Ayo, big up to my teammates
LFG, SFV
Y 'all know what it is
Ayo P, these niggas ain't
ready for that crown,
Em
bruh, bruh I'm a trap star
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