Audio Push - Misfits lyrics

[Verse 1 : Pricetag] I'm ridin' down Baseline, [?] on my waste line Baby mama textin' me, tellin' me I should make time It's n***as in my city who envy me cause they can't shine Hate their own life so they're out here plottin' to take mine But I ain't slippin', you k** me just know you dyin' with me I trust in God but still got this fifteen-shot nine with me These n***as way too efi for me to relax Knowing they plan to just take me like right 'round my back The finess I possess is what n***as can't match Real life, my life so realest so real than you Auntie stress, she can't rest without poppin' a pill or two Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo-rag Grew up on the Westside, now I'm pushin' that blue flag n***as your whole team on talk, you're all thugwoofers My team all turnt up like car subwoofers And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt And playin' at this life with the cars I was dealt That's why I'm a misfit [Hook: Price] Now as these street lights flicker Notice that you're dealing with real n***as With none to loose and much to gain All these streets is all the same All these guns and all these gangs But all you see is all the pain But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this The chances are right now I can't miss this My whole life be tryin' to be mischief So right now you're dealing with Misfits For real [Verse 2 : Oktane] Young Lord I stay up in the palace, HS87 n***as is fresher than your styless Me and my n***as be wildin' like no harm is comming I'm too lazy for revenge, just know that (karma) is comming In with the bullets out with your heart and off with your head Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead Speaking of money, when haters see you get it That's when it hurts And if it's the root of our evil, why they ask for it in church? I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity Let me guess, you're mad at me? You got them J's, no car, huh? And if you do got one, no gas, it won't start, huh? Your ex is a groupie just cause she want to be with the star, huh? And let me guess, I'm broke and I ain't got no bars, huh? I'm over a n***as 16's is all that you gettin' Half or this rap wasn't even written That young lion in the booth [?] kittens This boss rap [?] broads woudnl't get it Now I'm finished [Hook: Price] Now as these street lights flicker Notice that you're dealing with real n***as With none to loose and much to gain All these streets is all the same All these guns and all these gangs But all you see is all the pain But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this The chances are right now I can't miss this My whole life be tryin' to mischief So right now you're dealing with Misfits For real [Outro: Stacy Barthe] We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money, baby We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money