Lyrics Paul Scholes - Black Josh

Paul Scholes

I can kick it nice to old school beats but you won’t see me in no British
Knights
My Ellesse jumper is fitted nice, I’m addicted so this pussy I had to kill it,
twice
I’m dead wrong, I can’t get it right
Niggas get, left in the distance so I’m just forgetting guys
I’m so high I can caress a sky, reaching everyone’s levels then I set 'em high
You don’t wanna grow, it’s best ya die
Playing with kids and soulfully molesting rhymes, step aside
And first you got a first, you come off worse, you are a lesser guy
I’m telling you there’s no question I
I got the vision like Paul Scholes, where my teams patch on my torso
Doing shows all around the country, no tour doe
Getting cash in hand, I want more dough
Import droe and draw smoke, my eyes red like Paul Scholes
Playing the field like Paul Scholes, sitting in the middle of 'em all yo
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4
Yeah, my teams united like Paul Scholes
See them other niggas have baby feet with small souls
I was in O.T.
like Paul Scholes, got a few from sushi baker but you got brought
home
But when I was there I seen an old timer we talked loads
Said she had a new home and a car but weren’t the one that parked those
Her new man got 'em on that whipping, knows her friends and brought hoes
And when I ain’t there, she’s just like 'em when the doors closed
How’s he gonna through feelings once he caught those
Only the Lord knows, my ex ting hates me but she still wanna talk doe
I smoke zutes and pass it to my team like Paul Scholes
I seen the gap in your defence like Paul Scholes
It’s always after your actions that your talk shows
I’m out and about not sitting watching talk shows
Vacations, I’m poor doe, this country I’m implored yo
Met a Spanish girl and her arse (?) doe
She smoked my zute and tell her bell her (?) yo
I was writing back to wing them all broke
Reminiscing with memories flashing like Morse Code
All I’ve got in this world is my word and my balls yo
In this rainy city, seeing olders act 18 like they’re Paul Scholes
With my niggas, we all broke performing at these small shows
We’re grafting and we love it all yo
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones
I came through in 9−3 like Paul Scholes
9−3 forever from the M-1−4 zones