Paper (feat. Enoch, Nasir Ali, Atticus Lane, Breana Marin) Video (MV)

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve. I gotta get to it

Yeah yeah yeah, Pepé

I gotta get to the get to the bag
I gotta get to the get to the cash
No sleep no sleep gotta dash
I gotta win gotta win lotta racks
I gotta get to the get to the bag
I gotta get to the get to the cash
No sleep no sleep gotta dash
I gotta win gotta win lotta racks

Never catch me in the back no never on the lax though
No charges no felonies still murdering tracks though
If niggas ever need it my niggas raising the tax though
Questioning our methods we pulling tricks out the bag though
Made it to the top and still wondering where niggas at though
Looking down thinking like we got the last laugh though
Nigga we stack dough don't act even your mans know
Mo problems cause the money always in the plans though, damn

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve. I gotta get to it

Lordy Lordy. Mama, why I gotta wear this shirt?
My brother wore fore I did, I swear my feet yo they hurting
Why the white people ain't givin you the respect you deserving
Why they ask if we okay? Why they ask me if I'm certain?
Is it cause candles burnin, lights don't shine
No water flowing my oh my
I know I'm burden, Ma don't lie
My brothers sisters hear our cry
I been working from behind so long my feet is hurtin'
Not even realize I'm running away, not running in place
But running from states, of wondering what could be ate?
When every day copy paste, it's easy to keep the pace
No don't look me in my face
I'm convinced all of them racist
If they put me in this place
How'd I get this gun anyway?
Man we just dust of the space
So I tuck it and pray, and I'm ignorant
Think that money gone change the way I'm living, so I'm singing it like ah

I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally be somebody in this world
I gotta get to the bag, get this paper
And finally live the life that I deserve. I gotta get to it

See I got Glass bones, I got paper skin
And every night I break my arms when the walls are closing in
It's like I only pray to God when I fall, time and again
She sends a little bit of karma my direction, for the win
Hold up, then I awake, excrete, shower and shave
Brush my teeth with colgate, then leave, oh, no wait
Grab my phone, I'm a slave, "so what?", I press play
Coca-Cola to my brain in multiple different ways, so...
I seek the sunset, it's what I'm alive for
When I could yank my bag up off my back and grab my girl
My ride or... Partner in crime dime, or woman that I provide for
Eh she's steady working too, but yeah, man, I would die for
Oh, slow down and hold the mic
I know you all understand what this life is like
I'm working check to check, and yo, we do our best
Cause we know the life we on is up next
Bet

Hey. Where's that album?