C-Mob, Darrein STL - Paper lyrics
C-Mob [Christopher Doehla] Marion, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[C-Mob, Darrein STL - Paper lyrics]
I've been on the grind since I can remember
365 from January until December
This elevation that is taking place
To the sky
I'm on a motherfucking paper chase, do or die
Who am I? I rip stages like pages
Wanna book me? You gotta pay for that
State facts, charge your cover
You'll make your paper back and then some
I put in more work than a toolkit
To the bullshit I've been numb
Gotta keep my mind full of peace
I gotta increase my income
I'm always focused on mine
People who entertain drama are
The brokest you'll find
I'm one of the dopest to rhyme and
You will know this in time
Gotta get my paper right, day and night
So I can shine
And everything is not okay
In time we say we'll find a way
Before we slave
I like the way I let the paper lead my way
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, oh oh oh oh
And I'ma get paper, oh oh oh oh
Young hustler get paper, oh oh oh oh
Even if they bitch you want papers, papers
Papers
This life's a struggle
But, you gotta rise up against the odds
I went from living in madness to
Being in the midst of Gods
Everyone who listen nods
But don't think when you get applause
That means they wanna see you win
Gotta watch for the ones who
Walk around with facades
These opportunists show fake love
And fake smiles
Waiting for you to give 'em an
Inch so they can take miles
They hate while you grind for
The paper you chase now
People are slithering cause they
Can't stand on
Their own two feet these snakes foul
Well fuck em
Focus on finding ways to be making mail
And they can fail
Trying to follow you on yo paper trail
They're taking Ls, fake and frail
Steadily hate and wail
I'ma keep doing my thang and making sales
And everything is not okay
In time we say we'll find a way
Before we slave
I like the way I let the paper lead my way
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, oh oh oh oh
And I'ma get paper, oh oh oh oh
Young hustler get paper, oh oh oh oh
Even if they bitch you want papers, papers
Papers
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, paper, paper, paper
365 from January until December
This elevation that is taking place
To the sky
I'm on a motherfucking paper chase, do or die
Who am I? I rip stages like pages
Wanna book me? You gotta pay for that
State facts, charge your cover
You'll make your paper back and then some
I put in more work than a toolkit
To the bullshit I've been numb
Gotta keep my mind full of peace
I gotta increase my income
I'm always focused on mine
People who entertain drama are
The brokest you'll find
I'm one of the dopest to rhyme and
You will know this in time
Gotta get my paper right, day and night
So I can shine
And everything is not okay
In time we say we'll find a way
Before we slave
I like the way I let the paper lead my way
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, oh oh oh oh
And I'ma get paper, oh oh oh oh
Young hustler get paper, oh oh oh oh
Even if they bitch you want papers, papers
Papers
This life's a struggle
But, you gotta rise up against the odds
I went from living in madness to
Being in the midst of Gods
Everyone who listen nods
But don't think when you get applause
That means they wanna see you win
Gotta watch for the ones who
Walk around with facades
These opportunists show fake love
And fake smiles
Waiting for you to give 'em an
Inch so they can take miles
They hate while you grind for
The paper you chase now
People are slithering cause they
Can't stand on
Their own two feet these snakes foul
Well fuck em
Focus on finding ways to be making mail
And they can fail
Trying to follow you on yo paper trail
They're taking Ls, fake and frail
Steadily hate and wail
I'ma keep doing my thang and making sales
And everything is not okay
In time we say we'll find a way
Before we slave
I like the way I let the paper lead my way
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, oh oh oh oh
And I'ma get paper, oh oh oh oh
Young hustler get paper, oh oh oh oh
Even if they bitch you want papers, papers
Papers
Things might get crazy in time
But, I'm always focused and worried on mine
They be talking slick but my money is time
So I don't got time to be reading they lines
Every script is on paper, paper, paper, paper