Paper Trail$

Joey Bada$$

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    Before the money, there was love
    But before the money, it was tough
    Then came the money through a plug
    It's a shame this ain't enough, yo

    Sitting back plotting, jotting information on my nation
    Really started from the bottom, boy, cotton
    But they still planting plantations, we keep buying in
    Closed-minded men, pride is higher than the prices on your pradas
    Balenciagas, balance my soccer with the henny agua
    Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada
    The flow like plenty lava
    With just a penny I could multiply my worth
    And make you work for me for twenty hours
    I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening
    This kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christening
    Watch your tradition and please play it safe
    Cause your position on the top is switching right in front your face
    Rocking on this bass with rhymes, I'm bustin' out
    He duckin' down, got some issues now, headed for your house
    So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose
    Who put the clown on lock, jaws like the blue knows
    Froze, keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar
    I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors
    You hear that underground sonar
    The way I flows, this wisdom
    The Pros been on a mission
    Listen into the chamber, get hyperbolic
    They raisin' max, I raise stakes to keep the brolic
    My bitches is macrocosmic, pass the chronic
    The mastered sonics is lightyears above your conscious
    You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves
    I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords
    So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is
    And PS: Your bitch a genius, learnt from my penis
    I got dreams filling arenas and breaking brackets
    Tend this racket, while I'm cracking a Serena
    God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you
    But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due

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    Shit is really real out here
    I said shit is really real out here
    Just trying to get a deal out here
    I'm screaming cream
    Who fucking with the rap supreme?
    Joey Bad, the Big Preem came to collect the green
    I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?
    And I gotta get my mama off the scene
    Cash ruined everything around me
    They say money is the root of all evil
    I see money as the route of all people
    Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails
    And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills
    It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all
    It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

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