Gill Graff

Gill Graff - Paper songtekst

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[Gill Graff]
Paper make the world go around
The essence of what superficial is, same time profound
Skin-tone so brown, she got to make ends meet 
Cant be, mommas dancing now, daddy is a deadbeat
What the Pen speaks, transpires on a daily
I'm not one to rap about lies as long as u pay me
she's out stripping for men,  but claims job is dancing
deals with her guilt by saying she aint romancing
so she feels better as long as she aint sucking
and then she starts sucking as long as she aint fucking
and then she starts fucking, as long as it aint raw
and then it's well, how's he suppose to nut??
So what's the limit? don't wind up in a clinic
was it worth it for some minute shit that could've been prevented
the aftermath trying to sprint to the money
but stumbled on the way, such a humbling price to pay
come on

[Chorus]
the paper make the world go around
the source to reach the crown
will the ambition bring me down
because the paper make the world go around
will it pick me from the ground
or will it let me drown, let me drown

[Gill Graff]
some cant escape, behind the 8 ball
unless you (a.) ball, (b.) rap, (c). crime, dope sellers
hide from propellers, they cant get us, starving stomachs don't know 
better
detention centers to prisoner post letters
some seem ignorant, when they're really lyrical, cynical
cant trust a soul - most are sold wit goals to reach success pinnacles
whose to blame? Waive the law for Loose change
cant be a known titty boy without 2 Chainz
youth brains captivated, gangster role models , emphasize more bottles, 
so they imitate it 
the writing on the wall conveys the verdict, judgment day 
behind bars, homicide, first 48
the aftermath, trying to sprint to the money
but stumbled on the way, such a humbling price to pay

[Chorus] 

[Gill Graff]
rats crawling on em', sleeping in a warehouse
moved to a trailer, anonymous whereabouts
father threw tantrums, ran away from ransom
only friend I had back then died from cancer
funds low trying to elevate
pops sold his car for my pair of skates
I remember clearly
School bus bitches trying to get near me
fucking hoes in the bathroom between periods
Was broke as fuck, but always rich in spirit
Saying prayers, hope you hear it, it's hard to remain coherent
I put my problems on paper hoping it'll stray
I illustrate pictures hoping someday it'll pay
So I'm going all in, that's my investment
Bout to marry the game, my niggas is my bestman
the aftermath, trying to sprint to the money
I won't stumble on the way, such a humbling price to pay

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