Rich Boy - Let's Get This Paper lyrics

Yeah, yeah, hey, hey hey R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie f** that other sh**, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance That boy was only fifteen years old, f** what they say he did So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police k**in' kids? And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down See that ice, the dope man paradise Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' life They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next? They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper Yeah when you look at us, just think about it We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars But our whole family tore up, n***a, you gettin' the money For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin' When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you don't own you The n***a playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back So when it's really all said and done What did you do this for? What difference did you make? You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it? Wish they just k** 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin' Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullsh** So how we know it's bullsh**? Same n***as I went to school with Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked Well, them young n***as got pistol grips They been about they k**in' sh** But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin' And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin' I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper Yeah, surprise, n***as, hey, we behind that, n***a Everybody tell me to get money Y'all n***as ain't gettin' no motherf**in' money, n***a I got millions, n***a and I'm still broke, n***a 'Cause that ain't no motherf**in' money, sh** Y'all playin' right into these motherf**ers' hands Risk ya life everyday for some bullsh**, huh, n***a? What yo' bank account say n***a? Oh, that's all? They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back n***a, this the battlefield, fake n***as scream, "Keep it real" Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills Hey n***a, time's harder, hey so we grind harder We takin' chances with that c**aine comin' 'cross that border Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper Our Father who art in Heaven Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin' Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done These n***as dumb Yeah, n***a, they gave my brother ten years, n***a What the f** you 'posed to do with that, n***a? They gave my uncle twenty years, n***a Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, n***a I can tell ya how I feel, n***a To be on that motherf**in' stand, n***a Lookin' the motherf**in' judge in they face, n***a And he gon' tell you some stupid sh** like life, n***a They sendin' y'all n***as on vacation n***a 'cross the nation, n***a Y'all n***as caught up in the motherf**in' hype, n***a Sellin' that white, n***a I've been there, done that, n***a n***a, I'm from Mobile n***a, they call that b**h [Incomprehensible], n***a You bring yo' black a** down, n***a You ain't gon' make it, n***a You guaranteed to go to motherf**in' prison Bein' black where I'm from, n***a I come from the motherf**in' impossible, n***a Now y'all n***as gotta deal with me, n***a I'm here, Zone 4, new motherf**in' money, n***a D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah