Paper Routes

Your Neighbors

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    I've been cooking crack rock, yes sir
    For your ears, for women over eighteen and the Franklins
    I ain't with that small talk, no ma'am
    Unless it leads to playing with the kitty or her hair, man
    Don't call me a lame man, I am
    Everything you wish you were and then some I'm a made man
    At least I'll be by May, man
    Hustle bucks in Tonka trucks by that time I'll be paid, man
    Forwarded payments, phone calls to the agents
    Move from out the basement just to entertain the fame
    It's lunches by the ocean with the clothes I got from placements
    With a girl that makes statement and makes them hate him

    Yacht clubs, no small boats
    No Benzes, just Lagos
    Just good dope through my nose
    My manos give her O's
    Wall platted with vinyls
    No luck though just hustle

    After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides
    Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life
    Move to outer space when I get to all this paper
    Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens

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    See her with the Ray-Bans, not the one with spray tans
    But the one with ass that got Kardashian her name
    She backing up that real talk, swear she ain't a real thot
    That ain't what her friend thought, had her bra and hair dropped
    Party like Bilzerian, tigers in the atrium
    Never get a card declined when cashing out the ATM
    Make a trip to ATL, get kicked out of my hotel
    Fly back home to women yelling for me at the Taco Bell

    But don't take me for a player
    I'm just looking for real one that looks past the paper
    That'll pass the papers, that'll hit the paper
    Let me hit no labor

    Smokin' to pass the time, dinners in Nobu my
    This view is mighty fine, this view is mighty fine
    Women in St Laurent, Burberry Prada, ah
    Money brings more problems
    But more money sure solves them

    After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides
    Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life
    Move to outer space when I get to all this paper
    Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens

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