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