Paper.Back

Tell my mom I got confessions to make Became the man I am from all my mistakes Life be trippin she a bitch if you play I ain't trippin on a bitch with no bank Said I'm homeless for the moment but I'm straight It's tunnel vision on decisions that I had to make Bitches I had to save Praying for better days Thank god that I just ate But I'm coming back with a bigger plate Uneducated Heavily medicated I'm segregated from my closest friends that hated Damn Underestimated unappreciated I ain't doing shit for free respect my time and patience Miss me with that you the homie shit That you the homie shit ain't gon pay me for shit nah Get the fuck up out my face with that Next time imma have a face to smack And Imma get my paper back damn I might get my paper back I might get my paper back Get my paper back Look look Get my paper back Get my paper back I don't play with that Get my paper back I don't play with that Get my paper back Tell my mom I got confessions to make Packed my bags up moved up out her place Get ya cash up that's what I'm tryna chase Get my mind in better state Give me time then imma break No surprise when they compare me to the greats Ain't surprised when they been telling they wanna hear a tape Apologized cuz all these guys don't understand the heat I bring Who thought I be making moves Small town kid yeah I'm breaking all the rules Let ya mans just hate me for the things that he can't do I ain't really worried I'll just break it off with you These bitches turned me cold blooded At the age of twenty something And I'm traumatized and half the time these bitches always frontin And I'm scared of running out of time I need to carry that Some how I feel like I'm behind I need to carry that I gotta snatch my what's really mine ain't no mistake with that And we multiply a couple times I got my paper back damn I got my paper back I got my paper back I got my paper back