Gimme The Paper (feat. YMB) E

Uh, Bang. Okay, Look. Motivation, inspiration, dedication. From the school of hard knocks, Benny graduated. Banks Foundation, I control my situation. I'm probably your favorite rapper's favorite rapper. That's a and not a statement. I ain't asking for salvation. I risk it for temptation. Could a taste of greatness taste? Wait, probably never even get to taste it, So what's the point me spitting about some shit You can't relate with? Man, I've been at it For a minute. Seen a lot of shit and Then pretended I ain't seen it. I've been onto bigger business. I ain't had no time to pay no mind To any guys that wanna be acting like they Bitches. They probably making less money than they Bitches. Just a bunch of young thugs without the Lipstick. You the type of dude Sizzla wouldn't kick With. You man are silk cut to be distinctive. Ooh, just give me the paper. Tell 'em, just give me the paper. Ooh, just give me the dough. All I'm needing is a stove. See, we can never be the same. I'm living in the middle of the rain. My heart's cold and I'm not feeling fame. See, we can never be the same. I learned to hustle, I in the rain. Only the hustlers Look, I'm screaming money is the Motive. All we do is progress. My head is on my shoulders. Under pressure, I'm the dopest. Show me where the dough is. That's my message To promoters. My class is in session, You rappers better focus. Me, I ain't broke, but it's stress to get The dough 'cause I just barely paid my bills And put petrol in my motor. Lead from the front line, I've never been a Soldier. When I'm low, I get high, And lemon's the aroma. I'm cut from a different cloth. Don't compare me to these rappers, these niggas are Lost. I was repping Izzy before they knew where Islington was. I'm the reason why all of these Spitters from Midzia run. Man better give me my props. Certified Music, this is CMG. Being dubbed through your speakers, this is BNB. These rappers sound like me on the track. I fathered them. It's Prime Minister Blx, welcome to My House of Parliament. Ooh, just give me the paper. Tell 'em, just give me the paper. Ooh, just give me the dough. All I'm needing is a stove. See, we can never be the same. I'm living in the middle of the rain. My heart's cold and I'm not feeling fame. See, we can never be the same. I learned to hustle, I was in the rain. Only the hustlers will feel the pain. Ooh, just give me the paper. Tell 'em, just give me the paper. Ooh, just give me the dough. All I'm needing is a stove. See, we can never be the same. I'm living in the middle of the rain. My heart's cold and I'm not feeling fame. See, we can never be the same. I learned to hustle, I was in the rain. Only the hustlers will feel the pain. Ooh. Ooh. Say ooh.