Joey Fatts - 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 ba*tard? 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 (?) 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]