Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paid Up, artist - Snak the Ripper. Album song Off the Rails, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 15.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: STEALTH BOMB
Song language: English
Paid Up |
Ayo, my product’s always top notch, high grade, triple a |
Shit can make your heart stop like huffin' gas and sniffin' yay |
Bouncin' off the walls like a stray bullet ricochet |
This is opportunity and I won’t let it slip away |
Never givin' no shits, been livin' this since o six |
This is real talk, ain’t no skittled wings and glow sticks |
All these cash got my pants saggin' like some old tits |
I guess I’m just a snob like bitches whos trynna get their nose fixed |
But I bet they hear me, every word is pronounced |
Clear enough to keep 'em bouncing while I’m burnin' an ounce |
Witnesses got gory details an disturbing' accounts |
Of how I’ve came into the game and murder shit unannounced |
Yeah, I been at this shit for like a decade plus |
So I could take them to school and get a direct a plus |
I keep on hittin' the stage so I could collect these funds |
They gonna know how hard I’ve grinded |
When my death day comes |
Cause I’m always droppin' jewels |
I been doin' it since way back (Way back) |
(I been at it so long) |
You won’t see me paying dues |
Cause I already paid that (Motherfuckers got it all wrong) |
Always droppin' jewels |
I been doin' it since way back (Way back) |
(We been at it so long now) |
We don’t follow any rules, the motherfuckers hate that |
You won’t see me paying dues |
Cause I already paid that |
They wanna know how long I’ve been rockin' |
Been runnin' this shit while they walkin' |
Picked up on the target and locked in |
Ain’t stoppin' till I’m in your top tens |
Started this shit with no plan of attack |
I been through it all and I had to adapt |
Kicked to the curve and stabbed in the back |
Now bitches front row and they grabbin' my sack |
Signed to a label that had to be dropped |
Keepin' a couple of grams from the top |
I’m the best, keep on turnin' like hands on the clock |
Learned not to let nobody handle my guap |
Living in poverty taught me some skills |
Slangin' CDs just to cover the bills |
Rappers get to only run from the hills |
My shit is original, one in the mill |
And it’s only the truth that I’m even expose |
Kickin' the doors if they’re keepin' it closed |
Whos body’s fake as the people that pose |
They like to show love then their shit decomposed |
And that’s how it goes through every intrial |
On top of my game, I’ve been there for while |
Got a mask on my face, I don’t wear for style |
Put your hands in the air and prepare to get wild |
They losing their shit when I’m doing the set |
From riding a bus to cruising in jets |
Started out as rookie but grew to a vet |
Smoking this weed — what I do to forget |
Swinging the shit but I do it correct |
Permanent like the tattoo on my neck |
My enemies know that the dude is a threat |
The dues that I’ve paid you can truly respect |
Cause I’m always droppin' jewels |
I been doin' it since way back (Way back) |
(I been at it so long) |
You won’t see me paying dues |
Cause I already paid that (Motherfuckers got it all wrong) |
Always droppin' jewels |
I been doin' it since way back (Way back) |
(We been at it so long now) |
We don’t follow any rules, the motherfuckers hate that |
You won’t see me paying dues |
Cause I already paid that (Paid that) |
You used to have to pay dues to show… everybody that you intended to stick |
with the business and you weren’t just coming in to jack off, like everybody |
does these days. |
To make it a larcker, to make a hobby or whatever because back |
then you could actually make a living of this if you were good at it… |
and so, yes, you had to pay dues. |
Whenever guys had their fucking bones broken |
or other guys have been beat up, guys had to drive a car for a thousand miles, |
I didn’t compain |