Skyzoo - Paper Game lyrics

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Skyzoo - Paper Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Skyzoo] My day one motto I keep that, close enough for me to reach that Stand on what I plan on, my hands on, my seat back My camp on, I needs that, FGR my brainchild Group of guys that I move beside and like 2 for 5s our name loud Loud enough but still low enough, where you don't gotta know what I'm holding up Just know that I'm still holding mine, golden pride, golden nuts Golden j**els, right from birth, all or nothing, might could work Rap about how they trapped us out and y'all ask about like it's a Bible verse But I'm still on my pay now, counting up on my way out Sweetest sound is that bill pluck, well after me and what I lays down Down for all that I know, just say the word and I go I map out and then black out, I take that route ‘cause I'm grown And I done seen too many mistakes from trying to get your sh** straight So we dress up like we been full, but frame of mind like we skipped plates I wake up, kick a prayer, contemplate on what Skip say And then get back to this bread run, s**s for y'all and your distaste [Hook: Accent] They won't take who I am away In this paper game Cause one day I'll get a raise, I'll get a raise But I'll always stay the same, I'll stay the same They won't take who I am away In this paper game Cause one day I'll get a raise, I'll get a raise But I'll always stay the same, I'll stay the same now [Verse 2: Accent] Who I am is never gon' change, whether for fame, women, or dames If it's gold chains, fifths of rosé or bricks of c**aine, whatever no thing Could dishevel my name when I better my pay, I'll be setting my pace so just get out my way I could get along great putting pen on my page, if there's bread on my plate, and some edamame My soul ain't to sell even if it exists, so go somewhere else I don't need to be rich To smoke a pair Ls if my nose deemed fit, or boast a bare self and hopefully feed kids Know it's fair or healthy that most people'd pick, cozy's where we'll be if only seen a tenth Of what all millionaires held over years since they wrote and shared tales and stories of greediness Don't get me wrong I need money and a good amount, but I wouldn't want or seek none that I couldn't count Scribble on sheets humming what is from my mouth, and always honestly fluffers ought to cut it out But it's hard to be someone if you struggle now ‘cause you gotta own green coming to another pile I performed in streets once for the funds around, and I was poor but cheap cups stopped the stomach growls Cash won't dull my identity, my pa**ion or vulnerability Towards that of a lulled intensity or a lack of what pulls my energy From the back of my skull through the wind I breathe, I won't crash my hull into anything My knap sack full, trying to live my dreams, but a stack'd be cool ‘cause my rent ain't free [Hook] [Verse 3: Kinetics] They put an eye on the pyramid, pyramid on the dollar I'm peerin' at all them dollars, but spiritually I'm hollow And we all wanna make our list bigger, ready to die like ditch diggers No soul like stick figures, fixated on six figures Checks on your Chase, you got checks on your Uptowns With Chucks on, so chicks frown when they check you out and they look down Is it materialistic? Is it a limit edition you bought? Or are you just merely a mirror of images, and you're not really artistic at all? All of this paper chasin' traces anciently Face it, basically back to nations based on basic masonry Even the Bible told you, the profit is honorary, stop with the commentary Just stop at depositories, and pocket the monetary Walk to the monastery, repent Light the Dalai Lama's Nag Champa, that's burnin' Dalai's incense Hence, yo life is a b**h, file divorce As long as you handle the child support, remember to smile in court...'Netics! [Hook]