[Chorus] Paper in my pocket like the rent’s due Weapon on my waist ain’t a sword It’s a pencil Don’t shoot
[Verse 1]
Eyes red, I think the trees loud See sun rise like 7: 30 His eyes red because the start Late, the finish early Up again at 5 For the same service He said he came to clean up Now he’s stuck cleaning Couldn’t blame your boy for american dreaming Daughter needs braces Sons still teething Oldest out in uni And the wife might Leave him I think the boy stressed out Faithless Can’t get no sleep now Selfish Might pray for peace now Spent nights in stu And his days up in retail Still working Little blood and sweat won’t hurt him Money made the boy feel worthless Man made the money For your soul was it worth it
[Bridge]
Ain’t the truth what you ready for My brothers think they Kobe with the loot Ballotelli with the boot Don’t shoot The messenger Don’t shoot
The man in the middle of your scope Cobain with the bullet to his dome The man with his eyes on the throne A crown and a lump in my throat The lady with the melanin like coal
Don't shoot
The pound. The penny The food. The belly
And I'm still bout' my paper
[Verse 2]
Don’t take much to get your pockets on fold I’m after everything, taking what’s mine and what’s Owed. Banging hours on the graveyard shift Laced up to the tongue with big sealed lips There’s no telling
What the desperate might do Survival is the least of my problems I don't want to share my options with you A penny for your thoughts won't solve them
My skeleton born where weapons were drawn Like graffiti on walls we'd often pass after school The older's work what the youngers would do At age 12 a 4 5 could make a man out you Back out with foxes Moving baggies and boxes When they teach you respect They don't leave you no options They don't teach you to grow, sow the Weeds just to crop them Didn't know we were seeds Came back where you dropped us
Oh he must be
Another man living like he death proof Screaming Paper in my pocket like the rents due Serving sense to less than innocent citizens To see kind of money that bankers spend on heroin
The estate been real. Hide the money in the houses Bills looking like measurements in ounces Need more change than couches Boxes over accountants Shoulders feel like mountains. weight Heart racing. pavement pounding
[Verse 3]
There's never been an escape from this Called trapping for a reason Testing times, Taxed by a system we don't believe in Beg pardon and hold your grievance You ever had to sleep through the sound of your mother grieving These smiles can be so deceiving We don't need another preacher We don’t need another teacher Need all it all in an instant And school makes you feel useless but You could a flip a gram without a test to prove it And the product come in ten out a ten But you already made a promise to never do that again Because your brother went from 8 to life in the pen Lard a' mercy, upon the soul of a sinner I’ve been dining with killers Blood of jesus in my liver hell's fire in on my tongue Head spinning stress pains in my lungs - no guidance Just cycles of senseless violence
There's no winners on the road life. Prison system looking at black youth Like a gold mine -
Youngers getting facety, grafting Just to take a j bag to J.D it don't make sense Trappers think their gallis till she trap with a baby I don't want that life for mine. Nor me and my niggas These thoughts feel like cages Victories are tainted Magistrates and statements Testing on my patiences Assume it's a phases and a better life's waiting But reality cheques don't pay wages
Fuck em’ [Chorus] Paper in my pocket like the rent’s due Weapon on my waist ain’t a sword [help me write these wrongs] It’s a pencil Don’t shoot
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