[Intro]
People pay paper for
People pay paper for
People pay paper for, dammit
They can't stand it, they want something new, dammit
What people pay paper for, dammit
What people pay paper for, dammit
What people pay paper for, dammit
They can't stand it, they want something new
[Verse]
OK, let's put pen to paper
I'm an instrumental maker
But the day I meet my maker
He'll be proud of what I'm making
All these kids know what I'm saying
'Cause their ambitions is vacant
So I'm drawing inspiration
From this blank a** piece of paper
I'm bank man's worst nightmare
'Cause I'm coming for their paper
I'm Gok Wan with the girls
But I don't draw blanks baby
I'm a ba*tard with my attitude
And my manner is kinda rude
And I don't know who told you
But I ain't spitting on no interludes
I'll spit a 96
'Cause its what they all pay for
Montana Morris on the beat
But it's not what they came for
They came to see me
So it would be shameful
If I didn't go hard
On a little track called ‘Paper'
Used the same sample twice
But who's really to blame for it
You won't see this on iTunes
But I'm still getting paid for it
I'm still getting girls names for it
I'm still getting girls naked
I'm still getting Timberlake Song money
And I get laid for it
And I know you can't face me
But its cool I ain't mad bro
‘Cause I don't watch no face
And your face would be sad bro
Think of all the b**hes, all the f**ing riches
You could have had bro
I'm living your life right now
And for that I'm glad bro
I'm nice bro, I give thanks bro
But you see me as a zero
Though I ain't nobody's hero
I'm a boss man like Ebro
And I'm getting all this paper
And I don't know what to do with it all
Yeah
I guess I'ma start shooting
Check the movements like Bale
I was fullback, now I'm up front
Bur don't be such a b**h, too soft
Don't such a f**ing c*nt
When I attack you with my words
‘Cause it's f**ing No More Words
I use adjectives and verbs
These are now no normal words
These are documented
It's an imprint of Cov City's main misfit
Cov City got k**ed last night
And I'm the main culprit
What, no b**h, it's simple
I k**ed them people casually
They was calling for the cavalry
But there was 0.casualties
I hear them calling for my f**ing head
I know they want n***a dead
‘Cause they way that I'm spitting fire
Smoke in my f**ing breath
And am I to blame
For all the world's problems
If I caused global warring
Then surely I could solve it right
Damn
I just made another masterpiece
First was The Voyager
But the voyage just silenced me
Damn
I like creative hearts
‘Cause my ex girl and my ex girl
And my ex were all artists
But my current girl is best
She has double-D cup breasts
And she give dope a** brains
With the gold on her neck
She puts the gold down
Then she puts me on her neck
Then I move down
You know what's next
Don't dot i's, don't cross t's
And I don't put pen to paper
But the day I meet my maker
He'll be proud of what I'm making
All these kids know what I'm saying
'Cause their ambitions is vacant
So I'm drawing inspiration
From this blank a** piece of paper, I'm done
[Outro]
What people pay paper for, dammit
What people pay paper for, dammit
Became the hood favourites
I can't even explain it, I surprised myself too