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NewsPaper Video (MV)




Performed By: Alumnye
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: Tre Le Cerf, Darell Simbulan, William Lehfeldt




Alumnye - NewsPaper Lyrics




Yeah,
I'm tryna get it green,
I'm tryna move it mean
Tryna make ends-meat, tryna move it clean, huh
Learned how to make a project from Pat
Now I rap right on my own tracks

Makin' hits, yeah, I own that
I'm sunnin', y'all like, how we do that
Just makin' sure I don't fall flat
On the beat, I feel like Pimp C
Make it right like I got a Tommy
We a group of outcasts rappin' on our own heat
Bunch of homies, kickin' it
Till we got an on feature like Bromby

They catch a bull with the money, honey
Won't sell my soul, but still rock with the 36
Not goin' through hell, soul's been blessed since the year 6
Now we in grade 11 and we sum up the legends
And we show you how to be, miss me with the fake stuff
That's way too risky, that's just way too risky

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
I'm on the block and I'm trappin'
Sellin lines like I'm invested in crackin

It's in my blood but I never been brackin'
Middle child like I was put in a bracket
Me and the block finna live in the mansions
And I dropped about a ten on my mattress
Stuntin' like this is becomin' a habit, uh
Ridin' on the bass so they can hear my name,

Vacant, take the spot, takin' it up to the top
Don't gotta worry about spendin' a buck
In the Toyota, I'm spinnin' a block, uh
And it's white like the crack my sock, uh
Need a buck now, can you buck down

Old bitches wanna f*ck now, but I'm cuffed down
And I'm up now, and all of these niggas wan' copyin' my style
Yeah, uh, copyin' my style
Trendsettin' in the pictures, I smile

Gave me money for gas, only drive that bitch a mile
Got a hunnid this car though
Butterfly wings on a car door
Crackin' the code with a card, dope
Pen it be flamin' the page, notes
Stylin' I'm rockin' a trench coat
F*ck with Tre, you die, yo

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

Name another group that can push the game like us
Been living through loose, they can see the buzz
We all be too hard, cause we ain't tryna budge
Ain't tryna move with nobody

I'm tryna move, the game will fall
Hold onto the mic, that's how you know
What I play, when I say I'ma break your jaw
Actual hitter, but I ain't no Stoney

We just got these rocks on the roof and the phonies
I'm talkin' the smack, like I was packin' a hand to the tongue
Yo, movin' through the world like these J's that I bought
Tryna get the mic when obtained and I thought

I was too cold for a minute
Every currency ain't a place I ain't visit
Pray to God and I hope he take my spirit
Spendin' time in the sky just to find there's no limit

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it, son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

I need your love tonight
Cause' you make it feel so right
You make it heaven

I need your love tonight
Cause' you make it feel so right
You make it heaven
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Yeah,
I'm tryna get it green,
I'm tryna move it mean
Tryna make ends-meat, tryna move it clean, huh
Learned how to make a project from Pat
Now I rap right on my own tracks

Makin' hits, yeah, I own that
I'm sunnin', y'all like, how we do that
Just makin' sure I don't fall flat
On the beat, I feel like Pimp C
Make it right like I got a Tommy
We a group of outcasts rappin' on our own heat
Bunch of homies, kickin' it
Till we got an on feature like Bromby

They catch a bull with the money, honey
Won't sell my soul, but still rock with the 36
Not goin' through hell, soul's been blessed since the year 6
Now we in grade 11 and we sum up the legends
And we show you how to be, miss me with the fake stuff
That's way too risky, that's just way too risky

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
I'm on the block and I'm trappin'
Sellin lines like I'm invested in crackin

It's in my blood but I never been brackin'
Middle child like I was put in a bracket
Me and the block finna live in the mansions
And I dropped about a ten on my mattress
Stuntin' like this is becomin' a habit, uh
Ridin' on the bass so they can hear my name,

Vacant, take the spot, takin' it up to the top
Don't gotta worry about spendin' a buck
In the Toyota, I'm spinnin' a block, uh
And it's white like the crack my sock, uh
Need a buck now, can you buck down

Old bitches wanna f*ck now, but I'm cuffed down
And I'm up now, and all of these niggas wan' copyin' my style
Yeah, uh, copyin' my style
Trendsettin' in the pictures, I smile

Gave me money for gas, only drive that bitch a mile
Got a hunnid this car though
Butterfly wings on a car door
Crackin' the code with a card, dope
Pen it be flamin' the page, notes
Stylin' I'm rockin' a trench coat
F*ck with Tre, you die, yo

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

Name another group that can push the game like us
Been living through loose, they can see the buzz
We all be too hard, cause we ain't tryna budge
Ain't tryna move with nobody

I'm tryna move, the game will fall
Hold onto the mic, that's how you know
What I play, when I say I'ma break your jaw
Actual hitter, but I ain't no Stoney

We just got these rocks on the roof and the phonies
I'm talkin' the smack, like I was packin' a hand to the tongue
Yo, movin' through the world like these J's that I bought
Tryna get the mic when obtained and I thought

I was too cold for a minute
Every currency ain't a place I ain't visit
Pray to God and I hope he take my spirit
Spendin' time in the sky just to find there's no limit

Yeah, I walk around lookin' like I'm the one
We just gon' keep rappin' till we make it, son
Make that status, I'ma do it how I want it done
We just gon' keep rappin' till the paper come, till the paper come

We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come
We just keep rappin' till the paper come

I need your love tonight
Cause' you make it feel so right
You make it heaven

I need your love tonight
Cause' you make it feel so right
You make it heaven
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Writer: Tre Le Cerf, Darell Simbulan, William Lehfeldt
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