Songtexte Paper Addiction - Ka-Flame

They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame
They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame

Man damn near, every song they create
Is full of flossing, and flexing
Still the realest of the real, so they often suggesting
That I retire and leave, but still I'm live in the flesh
Survived the trials and tribulations, they deny and neglect
The things I've tried to protect, talking morals and integrity
Know they have dreams, about destroying our legacy
Can't get ahead of me, predicting their moves
Don't have to prove, I'm too committed to lose
In my city I cruise
Know I'm riding, steering clear of them lames
You say they flow the best, I guess, we just, don't hear it the same
I done fought with them demons, that you done ran from
Dealing with the trauma, and the drama, nigga and some
Many scars
From mental wars, that I had, didn't involve my dad
Hardly getting a bag, in the dark is where I spazzed
In this game, ain't getting far, man it's a drag
Time your squad winning, man that's when it starts to lag

They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame
They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame

I'm doing a hundred on the dash, I don't know if I'm gone last
Something from the future, though I'm running from the past
Done been to hell and back, but now I'm running low on gas
Them funds lookin bad, when you running low on cash
Man you still be on the gram, just be stunting with ya stash
Boasting bout a bag, you're the type, who like to flash
Even if I got it nigga, I ain't the type to brag
The music you be making, man it constantly be trash
But on the other hand, they be caught up in the price
Glamorizing drugs, they too caught up in the hype
Niggas advertising death, but don't ever touch on life
I feel them pussy nigga's there, should never touch a mic
They degrading all the women, when it's all done and finished
You nigga's sounding goofy, and you prove it every minute
The Alpha and Omega, that's difference in pride
My flow conflicted, with this sickness,
No prescriptions, prescribed nigga

They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame
They say we hooked on the grind, like we addicted to paper
Niggas that don't have a dime, be so quick to debate ya
Trying to add their two cents, like it's making a change
I'm making profit, they can't stop it, yet they say I'm the blame

Going once, like it's nothing to be seen twice
Flo'caine, be the dope, that get the fiends hype
They be hating on my flow, know it don't seem right
Now I'm on the go, like I noticed, it's a green light
Straight mashing, overlapping, all the opposition
You would know that I'm the realest, if you stopped and listened
Keep the trail, on that paper route
Fuck that, give them hell, before they take you out
Like a spell, to make ya fail, they forsake the clout
Gotta weigh it on a scale, then escape the house
I'm talkin options, gotta keep it popping
Headed full speed to the top, no stopping nigga