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Eyes On Paper


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Keep Your Mind On Paper
Keep Your Mind On Paper
Keep Your Eyes On Paper
Keep Your Eyes On Pape
Keep-Keep Your Mind On Paper
Keep Your Mind On Paper
Keep-Keep Your Eyes
Keep Your Eyes
Keep-Keep Your Eyes
Keep Your Eyes On Paper

Uh
I was down on my last down with my stomach touching my back
Instead of my partner's helping me I was what they were laughing at
Can't approach the girl of your dreams with pro-wiens and wragger jeans
So wife five-four shirt with the collar, plus no dollar
It's been a long time since I slept outside, next door to my daddy house
Back then Darrell Louis would smack they Junior in my daddy house
I'm not trippin' I'm actually glad that they turned there backs on me
Fuck family and fuck friends too, It's just me and my strap homie
Yeah I was that nerd nigga yestraday the day I rapped homie
A pocket full of pencils but came a pistol in my lap homie
I was voted most likely to become a teacher
Everybody class is in session put'cha ears up and a mirror speaker
And the day's lesser than simple if you don't work, you don't eat
And the lowest level of a man is when he is living on the street
Whatever you put in the game, the game goin give back to you playa
That's why my mind ain't on these bitches, I keep my mind on paper

See I might beat a chick up or should I'da and take the hoe home
When you meet a chick you fuckin' the next day, her homies go home
But in my crib the type of shenanigans just don't go on
Thinking I'm goin pay to see your pussy, bitch you got me so wrong
I might spend a little here, spend a little there
Never spend any of it on pussy, I'm a real player
Early birds get the worm, I'm up when the cock crows
I'm a slip in the baker read cause I promise I got doe
This ain't pay rent money, this play with money
When my friends stop playing with me, I started to play with money
My nigga my ass, ain't not one of y'all my nigga no mo'
Except for Jimbo, one night he caught me creepin' up out of da bibyo
Even though I was down on my luck so he threw me a bone
Put money in my pocket, put me in a room and then my nigga was gone
Ever since then I been tasting paper like paper murder
One of my people have money ain't grown in love of it is evil

[Guitar solo]