Paper Chasers

I'ma let you hear that other one after I do this
 I'ma let you hear the one you know the 6's and all old shit
 All that we don't fuck around shit
 I like this shit man
 Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees
 Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
 Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
 Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
 Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
 Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
 This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
 Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we outchea chasin' paper
 Had to fall in with the Tech 9, no bandana, no gloves on
 Long kiss goodnight, my nigga, but we ain't makin' no love song
 This bullshit you sold me got a Inisotol no soda on it
 I straight dropped and lost 20 grams like what the fuck is you smokin' homie
 Red Camaro, white rally stripes, gon' probably be on TV
 Move wrong while the tool long, I put your ass on Street Beat
 Repeat, you see me, I'm a repeat offender
 Park the whip, lay under houses, you move around with a stethoscope
 Arrested for a little vestiges to teach these pussy niggas 'bout stretchin' coke
 Bend the barrel with a machine gun, like, "Say hello to my little friend"
 Chick I met at Texaco, down here for school, not visitin'
 Say it's about to get interestin', bitch say she from Michigan
 Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees
 Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
 Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
 Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
 Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
 Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
 This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
 Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we outchea chasin' paper
 Shipment just come in, drop work in Ponchatoula and Springfield
 Extended clip on the nine milli', a lot of hollow tips no refill
 Imagine how the fuck we feel, in the winter time no heat here
 I sleep here, all my smokers beg, bum, and borrow for free beer
 And we feel, you need a nigga like me in your life
 Grind time it's goin' vroom
 I listen to the radio, we on fly, shawty say she all mine
 Color all in the wrong lines, to the dope game I got strong ties
 I've sold cocaine, this all the time
 Favorite old song, entitled "White Lines"
 Watch rich people snort white lines, sip white wine at dinner parties
 I been retarded, I leave a party
 People start to leavin' like we the party
 Thuggin' on, don't mention it
 Pockets full of Benjamins
 Coke and rock and choppin' off 'em, private goin' on shoppin' sprees
 Glock in my back pocket, already cocked okay I'm clockin' cheese
 Strap jump off the hinges in the trenches, all in alleyways
 Had to say, each and every day we grabbin' paper
 Live the hustle, probably die, gangster and etcetera
 Sometime I can't take no break, they keep callin' my cellular
 This the game and we know this life we gon' be alright
 Ain't no sleep tonight, bitch we outchea chasin' paper