Lyrics

Yeah You run away, get out the way, yeah Every day is a paper chase, yeah Every we chasing cakes, yeah Grinding to see better days, yeah A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason N- want my life, crackers want my freedom The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving Grinding to see better days, yeah Bubba, that's paved the way (you okay) They killed Kai He the one put me on this paper chase (long live twenty-three) I remember damn broke, trapping out at twenty-eight (yeah) Chris Johnson I move that pack at the fastest pace (he gone), damn (damn) You broke a- n- speed bump 'cause y'all always in the way (yeah) Penalty, illegal formation, ain't having no emotion anyway I chase that paper daily, every day, that's why I got the cake Don't want my sons with no step daddy, I'm staying out the way Let that Honda match, you gon' for sending shots There's no more handguns or sprinters, I'm in a suburban with the K Kai died, wish he was with us, I still remember it every day These n- love to hate but it's Straight 'cause I'm getting to this cake You run away, get out the way, yeah Every day is a paper chase, yeah Every we chasing cakes, yeah Grinding to see better days, yeah A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving Grinding to see better days, yeah Grinding, tryna make a wave, I'm surfing on 'em n- I'm the one who made a way, that's why I signed to Rod N- they be feeling played, that's why I keep the ride Imitation n- playing, I'm doing what them put in car Spraying like we playing taunt, toughest n- Hit the can, they turn into a pump, the kennel shot itself in it's foot With it's own pump, the smallest n- hit the can They want the bottom bomb, he bumping n- You run away, get out the way, yeah Every day is a paper chase, yeah Every we chasing cakes, yeah Grinding to see better days, yeah A lotta n- mad, hating for no reason N- want my life, crackers want my freedom The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving Grinding to see better days, yeah Oh yeah, we're getting it Oh yeah, we fight only We're getting it, that's the simple way up Well, I mean Kallie's trying to make a way, yeah
Writer(s): Green Rod, Antonio Ford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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