On Paper

Yo
Supa Good
Inglewood
Listen
Bullets in the clip hot
Pull it and a kid drop
Would he ever live if he grew up in a Ziploc?
Sheltered from the riff-raff
Never heard of hiphop
Caught up in the grit, still they holler, 'Fear not'
Aimin for the lid, better be in tip-top
Family from the Beach , showed him how to Crip walk
Brother was a Blood, he slangin that Chris Rock
Got minutes on the wristwatch
Watchin as it tick-tock
Barely had a piss-pot
Bloody as his fist got
Muddy as his kicks got
Homie never did stop
Aimin to get rich, he takin a clear shot
Familys at the goal, he buyin em clear lots
Bout to show the world as soon as this shit drops
That he spill his soul every time he clear his thoughts on paper, uh
This niggas the truth, yall niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
If money aint good money, nigga, Im cool on paper
Still stack that shit up, bout to take yall to school on paper (On paper)
On paper
Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body
Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti
What would you do if you couldnt cop your ride there?
**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Supa)
The streets sick enough and aint no antidote
The goddamn Rugers, theyll pick you up and split your cantaloupe
A hard damn ruler, you still align, these niggas like antelope
You know your shooters, you still define a real life general (Listen)
Calle atrás, calle vas
Ahorita más gentesaben tu nombre
Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche
After all the darkness, yall, the sun gon shine again, thats on bones
He black, Mexican, and homegrown
I do this for my next of kin and my zone
And for that paper, ah
This niggas the truth, yall niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
If money aint good money, nigga, Im cool on paper
Still stack that shit up, bout to take yall to school on paper (On paper)
On paper, nigga
Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body
Slippery slope, hippety-hop , Bugatti
What would you do if you couldnt cop your ride there?
**** what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Listen)
Calle atrás, calle vas
Ahorita más gente saben tu nombre
Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche
Fire cars and smokin carbon
Nose deposits, fill up lungs, chokin artist
Half the shit I spit was never written down
They **** with what I wrote regardless