Z-Ro, Paul Wall - Eyes On Paper lyrics

"Keep your mind on paper
Keep your mind on paper"
"Keep your eyes on paper
Keep your eyes on paper"

Uh, I was down to my last dime
With my stomach touching my back
Instead of my partners helping me
I was what they were laughing at
You can't approach the girl of your dreams
In Pro Wings and Wrangler jeans
A white five oh shirt with the collar
Plus no dollars it's been a long time
Since I stepped outside
Next stopped at my daddy house
Back then Darryll Lewis was McVey
Junior in my daddy house i'm not tripping
I'm actually glad that they turned
They backs on me
Fuck family and fuck friends too
It's just me and my strap homie
Yeah I was that nerd nigga yesterday
The day I rapped homie
A pocket full of pencils became a
Pistol in my lap homie
I was voted most likely to become a teacher
Everybody class is in session
Put your ear up to the nearest speaker
Today's lesson is simple
If you don't work you don't eat
And the lowest level of a man is
When he is living on the street
Whatever you put in the game
The game gon' give back to ya player
That's why my mind ain't on these bitches
I keep my mind on paper

"Keep your mind on paper
Keep your mind on paper"
"Keep your eyes on paper
Keep your eyes on paper"
I got to keep my head on son
"Keep your mind on paper
Keep your mind on paper"
"Keep your eyes on paper
Keep your eyes on paper"

I got my mind on that paper mayne
I'm thinking bout them stacks
My motivation is Benzos and Cadillacs
My decoration is candy coats and super boats
My worst nightmare is waking
Up and being broke
My mind frame is go get it with no excuse
If all that crying don't help me
Then tell me what's the use?
My hustle schedule is all night and all day
If there's some paper to be made
Then I'm on the way
My daily routine is stacking
Change and hitting licks
I use my wit's to go
Get it when stacking chips
Now haters bumping they lips to
Try to throw me out but my eyes on the green
Like I was playing golf
I'll never ease up mashing until
The day I croak i'll be eighty
Selling plain meals to old folks
I keep my mind on bread just like a baker
My eyes on that paper till I meet my maker

See I might meet a chick
Fuck the shit out her then take the hoe home
When you meet a chick
You fuck and the next day
Her home is your home but at my crib
Them type of shenanigans just don't go on
Thinking I'm gon' pay to see your pussy
Bitch you got me so wrong
I might spend a lil' here, spend a lil' there
Never spend any of it on pussy
I'm a real player early birds get the worm
I'm up when the cock crows
I must live in a bakery cause
I promise I got dough
This ain't pay rent money
This play with money
When my friends stopped playing with me
I started to play with money
My nigga my ass
Ain't near one of y'all my nigga no more
Except for Jimbo
One night he caught me creeping
Up out of the bio
He knew I was down on my luck
So he threw me a bone
Put money in my pocket
Rented me a room and then my nigga was gone
Every since then I've been chasing paper like
Paper murdered one of my people
Having money ain't wrong
The love of it is evil