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Eli Myles - Paradise lyrics

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
Two n***as can't fit no casket, so I'ma ask this
How can you act like I'm some self-centered bastard? I need a meal momma
I need a mill, and that sh** don't fit on a platter so I need a deal Or I'ma rob and k** for the bread, leave a n***a's brains plastered
Like none of that sh** matter
I gotta get this money right, I gotta get this cake up
I'm tryna cop these brand new Nikes, I'm tryna get my hair cut
f** n***a be aware of us, the b**h n***a predators
Treat a n***a like a ho, backhand like Roger Federer
Smokin' dope in the '87 Regal, n***as out trappin' like it's legal
Plottin' on C notes
So many shots I'm callin', keys lookin' like piles of pollen
And n***a took a loss now, back to ballin'
A n***a been chillin' with Spalding often
I bet my Ex wish she'd have answered my calls then
Cause now we can f** and we ain't even together
Say s** my dick and hoes think that's clever
Cause a n***a the man and b**hes see this cheddar
She says (?) better, I say you can't do better
Cause you let me f** the first time that I met her
On the road to the gold, I'mma do it n***a
Don't flush that toilet, I got sh** to prove n***a

[Hook: Joey Fatts]
I've been strugglin' all my life, I've been hustlin' all my life
Momma scufflin' all my life, n***a welcome to paradise
I've been strugglin' all my life, I've been hustlin' all my life
Momma scufflin' all my life, n***a welcome to paradise
But I love this sh**, but I love this sh**
If it wasn't for this I wouldn't be sh**, boy n***a love this sh**
Boy I love this sh**, late night drummin' sh**
If it wasn't for this I wouldn't be sh**, boy n***a love this sh**

[Verse 2: A$ton Matthews]
Bullets rang out
Mommie, daddy, and my cousins all livin' in the same house
They ain't tryna make a k**in', they just tryna make a livin'
Why I see them one day in prison, uh
Fears of the (?) of being deported
Pray for our dinner (?), straight out of the gutter we started
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(?) drill zone
Little less (?) meal with the k** phone
Real n***as in the field fair, catching bodies in some big wheels
(?) make me feel lil
Homicide through the windshield
Lil blood on the pavement ain't a big deal
(?) and the Devil's watchin'
Momma b**hin' but the bricks flockin'
My pocket's hurtin' but there's (?) knots in it
So I'mma sell these O's until they give my a** a better option
On the block with the same k**ers, drop a opp with the same k**ers
(?) pop with the same k**ers, mix the 8 with the pain k**ers
They got the feelin's cause they can't k** us
In the middle of pots pissed and shots missed
Caught one but I dropped six
Three figures down, (?) tied with the lock-wrist
Cut throat gang, not a n***a breathing gonna stop this

[Hook: Joey Fatts]

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame]
What would I be without this Mary Jane?
Well, without this Mary Jane
Diamonds all in this damn rain
Just bought this brand new chain
Who told ya'll money don't grow on trees?
Well I made a livin' off sellin' peas
On the interstate, tryna get the cake
Everyday I'm chasin' these felonies
I've been strugglin' all my life just to live in paradise
Took a gamble like a pair of dice, get it? pair of dice
Couldn't find a job so I hustled hard for these pair of Nikes
Made some bad decisions, never had no one (?) share advice
Came a long way from the n***a gettin' fronted to the n***a fronting all the work in the streets
Tired of being broke, nothin' worser than me
Used to cop from a man now he workin' for me
I used to sleep on the floors, now my house got nine rooms in it
I've been hustlin' all my life, now the competition can't beat my ticket

[Hook: Joey Fatts]

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