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Yo. Paper Boys. Niggas ain't respecting this ting here. So I to up the levels again, you know? Let's go. From a little boy, all I wanted was to Get fresh. Before I see a gym, I knew A few man that got stretched. Few man that got cuffed, couple hoes got cuff. Lot of niggas got kweff, that's just how my Block gets. Round here, it's jumpin'. It was me and Jones in traffic, gettin' active, Eight shots in the bumper. Me and Struggle May going back and forth the Country. Hate me or love me, have respect when You discuss me. And just before you judge me, Check my background. It was five kids, a council house, one single Mummy. Had to take risks and find a way To get this money. Had to tuck the blick, I couldn't let these haters touch me. This new era's funny, they cap about being gang, Gang. Until they end up crippled up and bloodied. And niggas caught you slippin', wasn't chillin' with Your buddies. I was on the One We Killers, I was chillin' with uncanny. Hoes full of fuckery, all they wanna do is Take snaps in the section with a bucket full Of bubbly. Internet told 'em put prices on their Crotches. But they start buggin' when we treat 'em Like they products. I've been horror from a Youngin', ridin' on the back of buses. From the flesh and bone, every part of me Is thuggish and ruggish. You know I stay free from these suckers. If I had one wish, it'd be freedom for My brothers. I'm the voice of the streets, I'm Really speakin' for the gutters. Speakin' for the trappers, from the plugs to the Runners. Speakin' for the drillers with their ZKs And Rambos. Man touch a button, we just load Guns on buses. Only fear Allah, No karma, just kuffr. Times got hard, I made saliva for the summer. I survived cold winters, survived hot summers. You ain't never felt that hunger 'til it's eating At your stomach. Fifteen-year-old hustler, Me, Whitney, and Bobby. Before Russ and Tia, we was number one for Bodies. I ain't boasting, I ain't braggin', I'm just Telling you what happened. Like what's the point of Rappin' if I don't put the facts in? What's the point of trappin' if you spend but Ain't stackin'? I ain't following no fashion, I Trappin' on no wagon. Do my own ting, That's the only thing that matters. First week in the streets, fell in love and Got married. I give a fuck about these hoes, I just fuck 'em out of habit. What they bringing to the table? Nothing but some bad manners. Yeah, I've been about since gang signs and bandanas. These niggas go and slide, I won't catch it On their cameras. My niggas go and slide, Burn the evidence and vanish. I'm runnin' real rap like I record wearing Asics. First mixtape a madness, second one a classic. My third gone have you fearing rappers where the Traps is. Riding with this heavy metal but it's Made of plastic. You ain't a gunman, so you Don't understand my language. Toast on both sides, I'm disguised as a sandwich. Bang it if you brandish, don't pull it out And panic. Free my brother Sid, he a psycho And a savage. We go ham with the mammage, You don't dead and you a cabbage. Straight gunnin', no runnin', I'm the one that set The standards. Me against the world, I'll shoot up This whole planet. I'll crash your whole party, I'll slap the man that planned it. All about that money, but I'm more about that Action. Ps up Pecknarm, you know it's black if I flag it. Drama like the DJ, that's why I got that cannon. The barrels on my round, you could never fit A crab in. I was in that Old Bailey When that judge left me hangin'. Told Mummy I'm a man, "Don't worry, I'm gon' Manage." I done been to ten slammers, ten yards, Thirty landings. Non-fiction bars, Niggas know I ain't gassin'. I don't bend, I don't fold, I don't break, I'm just snappin'. Solid as a rock, I ain't telling, I ain't rattin'. Death before dishonor 'til the day I'm out your Nasal passage. Real, uh, Yeah. For real, though, that's real shit I said that. Gang shit, Pecknarm. We the hardest at this shit. When Paper Boys on the beat, ain't nobody fuckin' With me. That's facts, you already know. Tell your favorite rapper suck a fucking dick.
Paperboys, Tiny Boost — Fresh
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