Yard Act
Lyrics
[Intro]
Shadow Music
[Verse 1: Nines]
Kept my mind on my dough
Other rappers were dying to blow
I was flying that crow, no time for a show
Ice City, all them other niggas moist
Had revolver barrels spinning like them judges on The Voice
I just put a classic out every summer, then it's back to doing numbers
All i do is give packages to runners, uh
But all these niggas hating, I don't feel the love
I'll punch my nigga in the face for tryna steal the plug
I need every penny so I scrape the Pyrex
My nigga ask me how I'd feel if he's dating my ex
Told him "No stress if you're linking my old boo"
I swear there ain't a vest my ting couldn't go through
Few sales on the strip 100 niggas grinding
20K on my wrist and none of it's from rhyming
In a bud drought, had them fiends high on B
And I don't need no one cos I rely on me its nines
[Chorus: Nines & (?)]
No time for these hoes cos I'm tryna get this (Paper)
Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)
About this track
"Paper" is a song by Nines from the album One Foot In, released in 2015. The song was written by Nines, P.Dubbz. It was produced by Shadow Productions.
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And I ain't writing bars all I think about is (Paper)
Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)
[Verse 2: P Dubbz]
We ain't your average dreamers
The rap game's messy, it's time we clean up
Because in man's city, who's winning? My team, yes
Always coming with realness
Up on the 7th floor, two room view where I blow out my reefer
Listening to Jah Cure blaze out the speaker
Eyes low, frass of the weed cah
Mitch got me that loud out in Benalmádena
They don't know what I do to these beats star
For a nice price I'm a hell of a feature
See this track here, I'll Turner to Tina
Now I gets a mic, watch me fuck it up
I seen them toppa tops lick off couple shots
Any man that talk get shot a box
Can't do dirt with no chatterbox
Rapping from back when girls were playing double dutch
Before we knew how to reverse or even double clutch
[Chorus: Nines & ?]
No time for these hoes cos I'm tryna get this (Paper)
Took me and pebs hours just to count out this (Paper)
And I ain't writing bars all I think about is (Paper)
Would this bitch like me if I never had no (Paper)
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