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The List Video (MV)




Performed By: Paris London
Language: English
Length: 2:46
Written by: Paris Cannamore




Paris London - The List Lyrics




I was up on 79th dodging a fed case
Why you still trying to hang?
You just dead weight
I'm just trying to stack this bread
Make sure the fam straight
Hard to make it out the struggle with all this damn hate
I'm from the jungle , you better eat
Its people out here starving
I was hustling
Everywhere you still remain a target
They see you getting money, now they think that you a problem
Why you worried about a nigga
Go and chase them commas
Chase them commas, yeah

Its f*ck how you feel
I made it straight out the vill
These niggas be hating
But why they hate on the real?
I was the first to do it
Me and Burner and Will
Niggas started acting funny
When burner got killed
I aint cappin, I aint making shit up
Niggas wanna flex so hard
Make him do some sit-ups
Now tell his ass to get up
This aint no diss , I just sat down and just wrote this shit up
I was the one that made that 200 shit up

You supposed to be my brother
But these niggas aint real
They be changing on you
You know these niggas aint real
Supposed to be my brother
Man these niggas aint real
You supposed to be my brother
Man these niggas aint real

Me and Citi had this shit planned out
Before niggas knew what we talked about; money conversations
Niggas thought that we wouldn't make it out
But we made a way
We made it out
Still trying to figure out what these f*ck niggas be talking bout'
I made a way and I stand for it
How you got a crib but aint paying for it?
All them views you got,
You paying for it
Don't tell me all you do is borrow shit
Steady working,
Steady grinding,
So my check look like tomorrow's shit, gang

I was up on 79th dodging a fed case
Why you still trying to hang?
You just dead weight
I'm just trying to stack this bread
Make sure the fam stragiht
Hard to make it out the struggle with all this damn hate
I'm from the jungle , you better eat
Its people out here starving
I was hustling
Everywhere you still remain a target
They see you getting money, now they think that you a problem
Why you worried about a nigga
Go and chase them commas
Chase them commas, yeah
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I was up on 79th dodging a fed case
Why you still trying to hang?
You just dead weight
I'm just trying to stack this bread
Make sure the fam straight
Hard to make it out the struggle with all this damn hate
I'm from the jungle , you better eat
Its people out here starving
I was hustling
Everywhere you still remain a target
They see you getting money, now they think that you a problem
Why you worried about a nigga
Go and chase them commas
Chase them commas, yeah

Its f*ck how you feel
I made it straight out the vill
These niggas be hating
But why they hate on the real?
I was the first to do it
Me and Burner and Will
Niggas started acting funny
When burner got killed
I aint cappin, I aint making shit up
Niggas wanna flex so hard
Make him do some sit-ups
Now tell his ass to get up
This aint no diss , I just sat down and just wrote this shit up
I was the one that made that 200 shit up

You supposed to be my brother
But these niggas aint real
They be changing on you
You know these niggas aint real
Supposed to be my brother
Man these niggas aint real
You supposed to be my brother
Man these niggas aint real

Me and Citi had this shit planned out
Before niggas knew what we talked about; money conversations
Niggas thought that we wouldn't make it out
But we made a way
We made it out
Still trying to figure out what these f*ck niggas be talking bout'
I made a way and I stand for it
How you got a crib but aint paying for it?
All them views you got,
You paying for it
Don't tell me all you do is borrow shit
Steady working,
Steady grinding,
So my check look like tomorrow's shit, gang

I was up on 79th dodging a fed case
Why you still trying to hang?
You just dead weight
I'm just trying to stack this bread
Make sure the fam stragiht
Hard to make it out the struggle with all this damn hate
I'm from the jungle , you better eat
Its people out here starving
I was hustling
Everywhere you still remain a target
They see you getting money, now they think that you a problem
Why you worried about a nigga
Go and chase them commas
Chase them commas, yeah
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Writer: Paris Cannamore
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