Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chasing Papers (feat. Jaja Soze), artist - Black The Ripper. Album song Outlaw, Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Chasing Papers (feat. Jaja Soze) |
Chasing the money |
It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy |
Chasing the guap |
People dying for this shit, just to stay on top |
Chasing the paper |
Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later |
Chasing the dough |
I don’t know… |
If you think about it, the meaning of life’s dead |
'Cause we spend most of it chasing the Queen’s head |
Snowed under with bills, can’t even pay rent |
How we meant to cop a car or some garms to stay fresh? |
They got us stressed out, some commit suicide to get out |
I’m do or die, that’s why I’m the best out |
Look me in the eyes, you’ll see I’m sincere |
I been striggling from day, hustler of the year |
That’s why the government hate me, but people relate to me |
I’m a free spirit, money don’t make or break me |
Just makes life easier, I’m like «Scotty beam me up!» |
I’m taking giant steps, Uncle Derrick can you see me, blud? |
Give me strength, I’m stressed, that’s what the city does |
Everyone screaming out peace, but there ain’t any love |
Ain’t no sunshine in my city |
Just gun crime and nitties, the money we’re tryna get it (come on) |
Chasing the money |
It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy |
Chasing the guap |
People dying for this shit, just to stay on top |
Chasing the paper |
Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later |
Chasing the dough |
I don’t know… |
I can’t spend my life chasing the scrilla |
With or without the money, I’m still Black the Ripper |
I still chat the tings up and it don’t matter how rich you get |
In their eyes you’ll still be a nigga |
Do you feel me, my nigga? |
I hate a yes man, if you don’t then just keep it real with me nigga |
I got hunger pains, stomach hurts like I’m doing situps |
Rappers don’t want me on their tracks, they know I fuck the shit up |
We stay high every day, always got the piff lit up |
It’s the only way to maintain in this Great Britain |
Got a brain full of wisdom, kept away from the prisons |
Keep your religion, I can’t be led astray by the Christians |
I got faith in myself, fuck a 9 to 5 |
I’m a boss from day one, I payed myself |
You’re getting the next man rich, kid you played yourself |
Behave yourself, all my money I made myself (a go-getter) |
Chasing the money |
It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy |
Chasing the guap |
People dying for this shit, just to stay on top |
Chasing the paper |
Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later |
Chasing the dough |
I don’t know… |
Should I die for this dough or ride high for this dough |
Or sign my soul for the dough and just hope that I blow |
Or stick to the street, being heat selling some snow |
Ducking feds on the ends, living life on the low |
If religion heals, how come all these kids ain’t got meals? |
Mum is working hard, but still she’s struggling to pay bills |