Текст песни Wygd - Tae Fresh

What you gon' do with the paper?
Is you gon' look out for yo dog?
Trickin' off, you gon' blow it all?
Keep it real, you know that you wrong
What you gon' do with the paper?
You gon' be up in the streets and be tellin'?
Tellin' everything you be sellin'?
You don't know nothin' bout being a felon
Cain't even see your kids no mo'
Get pussy from your chick no mo'
Still got a hunnid years to go
In the field, where it's real fasho
Thirst locked up, I just wanna seem him free
Keep it real, keep it G
Word play on it, keep layin' the beat
Hell no, I ain't doin' shit for free
You ain't never did shit for me
Please don't try to play me like I'm sweet
Ain't nothin' to lose, I'm playing for keeps
I'm taking what's mines, I gotta eat
I'm takin' risks cuz I gotta see
I took a trip, now I'm on the beach
I'm from the North, but I'm on the East
I'm from the jungle, you know I'm a beast
What you gon' do with the paper?
If you don't get it, you gon' be a hater
From the O, so you know I'm a player
Fuck you, I ain't doin' no favors
Tryna be doin' it major
Keep on drippin' this flavor
Runnin' my city, I feel like the mayor
Swag sharp, I feel like a razor
Artillery comin' with lasers
I'm in LA with the Lakers
My girl ain't never been there, I'ma take her
I won't change for the paper
I'ma take care of my people
When I get my first mil, I ain't buyin' no whip
I'ma let you niggas trick on the pussy all you want
Cuz I ain't buyin' no bitch
She want a bag, I ain't buyin' her shit
Young nigga still tryna get rich
Hoes choosin', they be tryna get picked
Niggas be slick
I call 'em Rick
How you be hatin'? You knowin' I'm lit
Run to the bag, you runnin' your lips
When I get bored, I'm takin' a trip
I know what I'm doin' when I'm takin' a risk
(What you gon' do with the paper?)
Is you gon' look out for yo dog?
Trickin' off, you gon' blow it all?
Keep it real, you know that you wrong
What you gon' do with the paper?
You gon' be up in the streets and be tellin'?
Tellin' everything you be sellin'?
You don't know nothin' bout being a felon
Cain't even see your kids no mo'
Get pussy from your chick no mo'
Still got a hunnid years to go
In the field, where it's real fasho