Kris Kasanova - Paperchaser Lyrics
feat. Tennille[VERSE 1]Life’s shortThe day’s longI’ll probably die up in my hood like TrayvonWait sonI’m from a block, where niggas bear armsLike it’s 95 degrees outShots, and them D’s outG’s trying to C’s what you B’s boutAin’t nothing, ***** you banging fo’Oh you ain’t banging, ***** you claiming fo’You ain’t trapping, you actingMy nigga’s first reaction, is blacking, and blastingAt fourteen, my nigga had a pocket full of stonesNever met his popsMom never homeCrib full of kids, still a nigga feel aloneGot his mind up on his moneyHand upon his chromeOther hand upon the phoneSaid there’s money to be madeLife threw him lemons, he made hard lemonadeAnd got liftedI always said “My nigga, you was gifted”He said, “Money make the world go ‘round. Don’t get it twisted”[HOOK: Tennille]You’s a paperchaserYou got your block on fireRemaining a G‘Til the moment you expireYou know what it isTo make something outta nothingJust handle your bizJust handle your biz(2x)[VERSE 2]New YorkBig city of dreamsFeins got the shit looking like it’s New OrleansJuvenile’s, with crack vials, in their G-Star jeansAnd B.G.’s, with blood stains, on their new XIVYou getting money, haGold chain around yo neck, haGot a connect, so now you wildin’ for respect, haThat beeper, yeah, it come wit a tec, haYou selling pills, got em trippyTell em watch they step, haYou paperchasing, ‘cause ya bills overdueHot Boy every summerAnd the winter tooLow profile, but you blowing MystikalWhipping up in them potsGrandma in the living roomDidn’t finish school, ‘cause you tryna chase that skrillaIn the hallways, like all dayShit looking like it’s ThillerSince a youngin’ you was told never to snitchEverybody need a hitAll you gotta do is pitch[HOOK]
