Paparazzi (feat. Church)

Move undercover, ain't nothin' to see here, nothin' to look at
If you ain't scared, then why do you look at?
I'ma do me, I don't care who's lookin', look here
Okay, put eight grade in my zig-zag
Okay, spliff that, okay
Miss those days I could kick back, no way
It's possible now and it's big talk now for the green like Chloe
Just 'cause you pulled up doesn't mean you can pull it off
Too much talk, bro, cut it out
If a snake shows face, I'll cut it off

That's right, I'm carvin' up (Yeah)
Used to be starvin' (Not no more)
Remember they laughed at us (Ha)
But now they just askin' for photos

Feel like paparazzi, just might cop a rifle, pop a Nazi
Good with numbers, Fibonacci, lines of white like fans of 'Sace
Did we get too arty-farty? Maybe, but my heart's still hearty
Know some diggers, no Hitachi, how you broke but wear Versace?
Kid, I will throw you in volcanoes like my name Heihachi
I'ma stay solid 'til my last breath, no malaki
I'm a starter, you a substitute, you think the name's Malaki
Got the key to peel your wig back but I ain't fuckin' lost it

Tell me, what do you know about public houses? (Jack)
So you best tuck your trousers

Right now, got Gs tellin' me "Go hard, don't
Stop 'til the whole scene ours" (Don't stop)
Please, don't compare me to them, my team got different powers
Know a man that just caught an M (Word)
, Spray lead, that's different showers

Uh, who? What? When? Did I ask? Leavin' these old MCs in the past

Eye for an eye, leave everything dark
'Cause guys like us in a different class
I'll ace that test and I chop too fast
Blaze that spliff when I bump 2Pac in the whip
Bring one dally and one by script
Chat too loose, gonna sink your ship
Bruv, this ain't no game like that, try
Throw dirt on my name, that's risky, G
Don't swerve in my lane like that, one
Phone call, have the whole place shifty

So who tryna front on me? All these enemies I don't see
All these idols want that title, none of that shit don't interest me
'Cause I been down bad but you wouldn't
Know, flip one pack, wait for the reload
And both of my grandmas dead like Kendrick's
Yeah, don't no one pray for me, bro

All of my opps still pay for a show, all of my opps move shaky-shaky

Come to my side, get left to the nose, all
Of the opps, they hate me for this, on God

Feel like paparazzi, just might cop a rifle, pop a Nazi
Good with numbers, Fibonacci, lines of white like fans of 'Sace
Did we get too arty-farty? Maybe, but my heart's still hearty
Know some diggers, no Hitachi, how you broke but wear Versace?
Feel like paparazzi, just might cop a rifle, pop a Nazi
Good with numbers, Fibonacci, lines of white like fans of 'Sace
Did we get too arty-farty? Maybe, but my heart's still hearty
Know some diggers, no Hitachi, how you broke but wear Versace?

Yo, yo, yo, can you stop that? Can you just stop over here, G? Safe