Wiser Observer, M.R.I Mantra - Paid lyrics
[Wiser Observer, M.R.I Mantra - Paid lyrics]
Pen and paper
Drink and wake up peace of mind
Call you later got to stay
Up for these rhymes i'm writing for my time
For my sister, for my liver type of rhymes
Which kind of grind can I get on
How many emotions can a nigga lay his pen on
I'm bent on
Self-destruction, self-reflection
Slef-medication, self-revelation
Mad dedication to assasination
Of a whole rap nation based on
Imitation of tv stations
Killing fucking beats get a case on
All you lazy rappers think you're slept on
Ain't nobody slept on your shit is just weak
Oh you think you are the best one
I write your shit in my sleep
I just need the booth and
My girl then the world
I just need the truth, let it loose, let hurl
Know I have the juice let
Me prove to them all
Either it's the booze got to choose
Let them know
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that are life
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like, that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
Sipping on a quartz making music
I swear this my building block for happiness
The beat always claps for us
I swear there's less than half of
Us who actually got the memo
We're full into the game you're a demo
I just miss my sister, I just miss my nephew
I can't wait for the day
He learn to say uncle
I want to make it before he is turning five
Right now I'm just a rapper killer for hire
Always wondered what it's like for money
To never be an issue
Now I have to choose between the
Stu and a friend who's birthday is next week
When did we last speak
Heart to heart, when did we last bleed
When did I last sleep full hours
Play hard work harder
I'm trying to think further
Than my addictions of right now
Taking mental pictures of right now
Fuck acting rich and dying broke
Fuck these fucking cigarettes I smoke
Fuck the snooze button as I woke
Fuck your hate comments hope you chock
Fuck your shitty bars that you wrote shya
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that are life
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like, that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
Drink and wake up peace of mind
Call you later got to stay
Up for these rhymes i'm writing for my time
For my sister, for my liver type of rhymes
Which kind of grind can I get on
How many emotions can a nigga lay his pen on
I'm bent on
Self-destruction, self-reflection
Slef-medication, self-revelation
Mad dedication to assasination
Of a whole rap nation based on
Imitation of tv stations
Killing fucking beats get a case on
All you lazy rappers think you're slept on
Ain't nobody slept on your shit is just weak
Oh you think you are the best one
I write your shit in my sleep
I just need the booth and
My girl then the world
I just need the truth, let it loose, let hurl
Know I have the juice let
Me prove to them all
Either it's the booze got to choose
Let them know
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that are life
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like, that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
Sipping on a quartz making music
I swear this my building block for happiness
The beat always claps for us
I swear there's less than half of
Us who actually got the memo
We're full into the game you're a demo
I just miss my sister, I just miss my nephew
I can't wait for the day
He learn to say uncle
I want to make it before he is turning five
Right now I'm just a rapper killer for hire
Always wondered what it's like for money
To never be an issue
Now I have to choose between the
Stu and a friend who's birthday is next week
When did we last speak
Heart to heart, when did we last bleed
When did I last sleep full hours
Play hard work harder
I'm trying to think further
Than my addictions of right now
Taking mental pictures of right now
Fuck acting rich and dying broke
Fuck these fucking cigarettes I smoke
Fuck the snooze button as I woke
Fuck your hate comments hope you chock
Fuck your shitty bars that you wrote shya
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on the fate of my life
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that are life
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like
I'm trying to get paid on
The things that I like, that I like
I'm trying to get paid for
The things that I like