Lyrics Paradise - NLE Choppa

Paradise

Woah
Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
Top Shotta
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Paradise, cold nights, it’s alright
More life, no rights, no cryin'
Both eyes, seeing lights, I’m like «Oh my»
Stir fry, bow tie, with some white guys
Compromising with my life as you
It’s hard to find
It’s Ramadan every day like I’m Muslim
Change my ways 'cause they rather see a hoodlum
I got a garden now, this the garden of love
I got a daughter now and she she was born
I can’t let that shit get to my 'cause I know she comin' home
False cases, allegations, but the water in the well
everybody move like this
watch the Cartier glist
Hoes talkin' down, but they know that you the shit
Tell 'em suck your dick
Your soul rich and you leave
I need everybody peep they head up
Put your phone down 'cause that shit is negative
Reality ain’t what we see
Reality is what we think
Manifesting in my dreams, I’m reachin' out to bigger things
I wanna Rolls Royce driving panoramic
when I’m in the traffic
Worked too hard for this blessing
I’ma talk as if I already got the whip, that’s how I manifest it
Know it’s destiny
If it cross my mind-