Lyrics Paper Chase (feat. Donk & P3) - Don k , Young Bossi , P-3

Yo
Young Don, long live G
This shit crazy, man
Real mob shit
What up, boss?
Yo

I been all grittin' my life (life)
Tryna find a better plug
It ain't no good drugs
Ain't none of these niggas showin' love

Put the burner to his face
Told him I need anything (gimme that)
Gimme the water, gimme the safe, and gimme the diamond ring
I came for leaders, bullshit
They took my nigga Gator-G (damn)
I can't wait 'til the day they let my nigga Nardo free

Had me locked in the orrie 'bout ten months straight
When I come back out, you know I'm servin' hella weight
Fresh waves, fresh fit, yeah I pull up witcha bitch (ya bitch)
Prolly ridin' a cellphone, when I Tulio my hips

And this world's so crazy
Babies havin' babies
My lil nigga hit me up and told me he needed 380

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hope Shaheed don't close the gate, uh

Body for body, how we rockin' if we rockin'
Bust out this whip with the chopstick when they start coppin'
Don't slide through the block, you're not rockin'
My young niggas worth a shit
Take you up top for your diamonds
I'm usually in the trap, but this rap shit poppin'
Hustlin', gettin' money, bruh I had no other option (had no other option)
Say you with that gangsta shit, boy you need to stop it
'Fore we pop up at ya momma's with llamas and touch ya soul

Man, my heart so cold, these streets so crazy
I'on't even answer my phone if it don't pay me (pay me)
We was on the road with that pack, prayin' we'd make it (make it)
Back to the axe with a trapdoor maintenance

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate

Auhhh
It's Tuesday I'm layin low, nigga the slut off
Just got a line on a boat, let's get a mud haul
Took this sack to your residence, now it's a drug haul
Only hill nigga that's pullin' up at the club, ho (and the beach)
'Cause if it's on, then it's on
I ain't runnin' from fate (naw)
Same nigga you call your bro put a gun in your face
Or a knife in your back (uh) but that's your fault for trustin' (y'know that)
Livin' life in the act, you might have to off your cousin

Damn, family first could turn to friendly fire
Keep that hammy bias, might stick up to collect any buyers
E'rybody Dougie, the passengers and the drivers
Told 'em when they serve it, don't commit murder
'Cause damn it's fire

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate

If it's on, then it's on
We still gettin' cake
'Cause the mind on the paper chase
Can you relate?
To the shit I don't dodge, be the shit I gotta take
Dealin' with fate, hopin' God don't close the gate (close the gate)