Paul Scholes

[Verse 1]

I can kick it nice to old school beats but you won't see me in no British Knights

My Ellesse jumper is fitted nice, I'm addicted so this pussy I had to kill it, twice

I'm dead wrong, I can't get it right

Niggas get, left in the distance so I'm just forgetting guys

I'm so high I can caress a sky, reaching everyone's levels then I set 'em high

You don't wanna grow, it's best ya die

Playing with kids and soulfully molesting rhymes, step aside

And first you got a first, you come off worse, you are a lesser guy

I'm telling you there's no question I

I got the vision like Paul Scholes, where my teams patch on my torso

Doing shows all around the country, no tour doe

Getting cash in hand, I want more dough

Import droe and draw smoke, my eyes red like Paul Scholes

Playing the field like Paul Scholes, sitting in the middle of 'em all yo

[Chorus]

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4

[Verse 2]

Yeah, my teams united like Paul Scholes

See them other niggas have baby feet with small souls

I was in O.T. like Paul Scholes, got a few from sushi baker but you got brought home

But when I was there I seen an old timer we talked loads

Said she had a new home and a car but weren't the one that parked those

Her new man got 'em on that whipping, knows her friends and brought hoes

And when I ain't there, she's just like 'em when the doors closed

How's he gonna through feelings once he caught those

Only the Lord knows, my ex ting hates me but she still wanna talk doe

I smoke zutes and pass it to my team like Paul Scholes

I seen the gap in your defence like Paul Scholes

It's always after your actions that your talk shows

I'm out and about not sitting watching talk shows

Vacations, I'm poor doe, this country I'm implored yo

Met a Spanish girl and her arse (?) doe

She smoked my zute and tell her bell her (?) yo

I was writing back to wing them all broke

Reminiscing with memories flashing like Morse Code

All I've got in this world is my word and my balls yo

In this rainy city, seeing olders act 18 like they're Paul Scholes

With my niggas, we all broke performing at these small shows

We're grafting and we love it all yo

[Chorus]

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones

I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes

9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones