Manic - My Paper lyrics

Nobody f**in with my paper f** school ima a rap major Mad flavor, up on the track Cuz when the boy hit the top they never sending him back They never sending him back Drop 90 dollars getchya 7 grams Bag as they need. 140. Ina rubber band. Runnin the streets Repeat 4 times. 340 Up In ya wallet Throw 300s on it The 28 that ya wanted An'an Again with the dubs 240 profit is plenty That's 2 studio hours and a flight to Miami To see my girl again Know the consumers ain't ya friends Keep one eye on the crap p**y f**ers'll stab you right in the back To jack. Ya whole stack I know that it's wack They tried to lock me up twice but I'm never goin back Used to be. The lord of the streets Now ima lord a the beats Still in the game now The sh**s important to me They move accordin to me Old homies that still respect Manic he up and comin The checks come next Now b**hes runnin Im on some real knot coppin sh** Free spliff Exchange under the bridge and than we dip Ima free kid Dabble in d**, money, and drug money Think that ya funny ya If yatryna jack the paper you dummy Think they can run me They play me on a da.ily Basis I'm lookin for a rap oasis When snitches ain't. Takin every payment When we stackin bricks in the basement The same sh** The whole time Till the name Manic is famous What am I. (Well) Ya getting warmer The dude who dishin baggies on the corner The mad writer. The dope performer The former Employer Of dufflebag boys Now the ill rhyme deployer [Hook] Nobody f**in with my paper f** school ima a rap major Mad flavor, up on the track Cuz when the boy hit the top they never sending him back Asa matter of fact [Hook] Nobody f**in with my paper f** school ima a rap major Mad flavor, up on the track Cuz when the boy hit the top they never sending him back It's simple as that