2 Verses
[Verse 1: Paperboi]
I used to chill around the corner, before crews became circles, I was shaping up to become something that was good enough. I'm slept on, I set the time to wake em up. On a surfboard its me and Beyonce I know Jay gonna hear it one-day well I hope so, I'm out of control like Kendrick Lamar the jig is up I fill a tub n swimming pools with liquor now good looking out. The same niggas I'm rapping with they don't like me I'm something like a lightning when I strike em next to a coffin its where they recording, 6 feet under put it right there ain't nobody miss em, I used to rap so loud but ain't nobody listen, so I piss em off they hear me now. Tell Feva put the henney down, we smoke blunts for therapy now, late nights with letterman. I woke up feeling like 3000 Benjamin, the money that these old rappers spend on vitamins just to make you harder, Wayne Carter fell harder from rap than his skateboard. I'm not a hater off the rader, so we never curse like the radio will ever play us but I guess so and I hope so, so they washed up like powder soaps, we hang them dry kaleidoscope clothing line
[Verse 2: Paperboi]
I feel like my whole life is changing I found myself with a gun on my head, pull a trigger was the quiz I was stressing over some chick and mama on my case she ain't wanna drop em charges. Behind bars I killed verses for self defense I wanna quit rap to a 9 to 5 in a bank all I know is counting money I call that counting blessings. How many lessons you gotta learn before you live right, we smoke and souls get lost in a hole, hell's kitchen I'm cooking a storm I'm serving life to the bones, watch the throne with Kings and Queens from Brooklyn shows. I went from losing hope and searching for my future goals, it ain't appealing its peeling off like banana peels I took a pill for stopping pains but nothing changed. I hope it rains with tear drops from dear Lord its hard enough to get it popping, I'm in search for a record deal maybe get it overseas on a plane with my niggas sitting next to Siz. I'm rolling blunts on a 1st class man I dream about it and if I get it, I swear to God I'll rap about it. I'm starving myself I'm not a diet thou, I'm too broke I'm balling on a budget bro. I dropped tracks it doesn't mean I'm getting paid