Grime - Paper Chase lyrics

[Intro: Grime] Uh.. yeah.. Wuuuuu.. g-yea Bedstuy, Brooknam, baby That's all on our city (Brooknam! Get ya money) [Grime] It's like hood life, paper chase, everybody want chips Get big, hustle game, money, get rich All in all, players ball, ya slip, take a fall If n***as wanna work with them all then hit them off Now you gone one but shorty said that he thinks he's gonna need a gun Cuz the men's on the strip be tryin to box him in And we ain't havin that, so ya take this sh** and ya take six clips And you air em all out if them n***as wan' flip I got 7-6ths, that's two tray-8s and duck, come and get me The fo' fifth is live, that makes 805 for a n***a a** Test the beast and Macs'll smash And when I walk the streets I keep one in the stash And it's firmly tucked in the Lex in the Nash I'm the best in the game, first draft pick Yay stretch it come back like elastic I try my best not to go left and stay right on Stop at the best of spots and get my bite on Cop at expensive shops to get the ice on Props, top of the line to get the high on I'ma get the Stuy on, third in line But I ain't mad at Jigga and BIG, now get the Grime on I got more money in the Banks than Tyra And don't beg for none, g-yea, I'm not the government No hand outs, I'm not Joey D. Fonda [Outro: Grime] Yeah.. pimp.. Grime.. brotha is And that's it.. straight fire fo' yo' a** Be easy for me..