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