On Paper

[Intro] Yo Supa Good Inglewood Listen [Verse 1] 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 Family's 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 [Chorus] This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper) If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper) On paper [Post-Chorus] Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there? Fuck what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Supa) [Verse 2] The streets sick enough and ain't no antidote The goddamn Rugers, they'll 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 gente saben tu nombre Ayer las estrellas más brillantes dijeron que ganaste anoche After all the darkness, y'all, the sun gon' shine again, that's on bones He black, Mexican, and homegrown I do this for my next of kin and my zone And for that paper, ah [Chorus] This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper) If money ain't good money, nigga, I'm cool on paper Still stack that shit up, 'bout to take y'all to school on paper (On paper) On paper, nigga [Post-Chorus] Yippety-do, hickory-dock, your body Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti What would you do if you couldn't cop your ride there? Fuck what you tip, you fall off the top, no lie, nigga (Listen) [Outro] 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 fuck with what I wrote regardless