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Rod Wave

Paper Chase

 

Paper Chase


Yeah

You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason
Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah

Bubba, that's paved the way (you okay)
They killed Kai, he the one put me on this paper chase (long live twenty-three)
I remember damn broke, trapping out at twenty-eight (yeah)
Chris Johnson, I move that pack at the fastest pace (he gone), damn (damn)
You broke ass niggas speed bump 'cause y'all always in the way (yeah)
Penalty, illegal formation, ain't having no emotion anyway
I chase that paper daily, every day, that's why I got the cake
Don't want my sons with no step daddy, I'm staying out the way
Let that Honda match, you gon' for sending shots
There's no more handguns or sprinters, I'm in a suburban with the K
Kai died, wish he was with us, I still remember it every day
These niggas love to hate but it's straight 'cause I'm getting to this cake

You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason
Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah

Grinding, tryna make a wave, I'm surfing on 'em nigga
I'm the one who made a way, that's why I signed to Rod
Niggas they be feeling played, that's why I keep the ride
Imitation niggas playing [?]
Spraying like we playing taunt, toughest nigga
Hit the can, they turn into a pump, the kennel shot itself in its foot
With its own pump, the smallest nigga hit the can
They want the bottom bomb, he bumping nigga

You run away, get out the way, yeah
Every day is a paper chase, yeah
Every we chasing cakes, yeah
Grinding to see better days, yeah
A lotta niggas mad, hating for no reason
Niggas want my life, crackers want my freedom
The same way I came in is the same way I'm leaving
Grinding to see better days, yeah

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