Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilbert T Robinson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Putting on long hours on a paper chase
Want that cake too boy love the taste of it
Its all or nothing until we finally make it
The team they aint to play with
Now own your debts boy you better pay me
Hit the ground running all for the paper chase
More money to make putting em down wont hesitate
Coming in fast getting rich yall hate it
Talking big bread the thing caucasian
Here to get it started
Only give you the best of me
Work in sets of three
Come with a extra set of keys
Just for kicking them doors down
The game is my broad now
Her soul found
The world is my playground
Cant get wit it
Im sicker it wit the literature
Dogs we sick at you
Aint a winner rappers is cynical
Let your foot drag bet we hit up you winter coat
One up in your throat you a shooter homie im in the scope
Sick aint at my peak yet kill this and its monumental
Beat kick crack spitting rocks on this instrumental
Man the mind is so mental
You niggaz get the memo
So boy cudos
Signing deals and aint sent a demo
Getting it the king they label me this
By product of the pen fakes aint relating to this
Getting filthy rich until I cant fit the thing in my pockets
Been a show stopper you boys gotta be blocking
You bird brains this educated rap
Mixed with some punchlines im way ahead of that
Back and im bad now spark like metals clap
Words flowing now bow down put on your thinking caps
Aint been one to live of assumptions yall consumption
Trunking em with loose vowels no function
Yall weak my team spots em like lifting
The gifted more than just brain smarts you misfits
Since young as hell had a story to tell
Twelve in a cell all self with em soaking in hell
Aint live no crime life
Boy you a fraud pretending to be
Got no sympathy
Order em dead or send em to me
Must finish em
Closing out act improper on etiquette
Necessary when you expressing
Making it very clear
Evident out to get paid
Hand me them dead men
Presidents benjamin franks
Call em the head man
Putting on long hours on a paper chase
Want that cake too boy love the taste of it
Its all or nothing until we finally make it
The team they aint to play with
Now own your debts boy you better pay me
Hit the ground running all for the paper chase
More money to make putting em down wont hesitate
Coming in fast getting rich yall hate it
Talking big bread the thing caucasian
Writer(s): Wilbert Robinson
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