Accent, Kinetics, Skyzoo - Paper Game lyrics

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 jewels, 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 shit 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
Sucks for y'all and your distaste

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

Who I am is never gon’
Change, whether for fame, women, or dames
If it’s gold chains, fifths of
Rosé or bricks of cocaine, 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 passion 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

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 bitch, file divorce
As long as you handle the child support
Remember to smile in court'netics!