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D Smoke On Paper


[Intro]
Yeah
Supa Good
Inglewood
Listen

[Verse]
Bullets in the clip hot
Pull it and a kid drop
Would he ever live if he grew up in a Ziplock
Shielded from the riff-raff
Never heard of hiphop
Caught up in the grit still they holla fear not
Aimin' for the lid better be in tip top
Family from the beat show 'em how a Crip walk
Brother was a Blood he slangin' that Chris Rock

Got minutes on the wristwatch
Watchin' as it tick-tock
Barely had a piss-pot bloody as his fist got
Muddy as his kicks got
Homie never did stop aimin' to get rich
He takin' a clear shot
Family's at the goal he buyin' 'em clear lots
Boutta show the world as soon as this shit drops
That he spill his soul everytime he clear his thoughts
On paper (Uh)

This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
If money ain't good money nigga I'm cool on paper
Still stack that shit up 'bout to take you to school on paper (On paper)

Yippety-do, hickory-da, your body
Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti
What would you do
If you couldn't cop
Your ride there
F..ck would you tip
To fall off the top
Don't lie to me (Supa)

The street sick enough
And ain't no antidote
The goddamn Rugers they'll pick you up
And split your cantaloupe
A hard damn ruler
You spill a lot
These niggas like antelope
You know your shooters
You still define a real life general (Listen)

[Spanish]
[?]

After all the darkness y'all the sun gon' shine again
That's on bones
I'm black Mexican I'm homegrown
I do this for my Mexicans and my zone
And for that paper (Ah)

This nigga's the truth, y'all niggas just rule on paper (On paper)
If money ain't good money nigga I'm cool on paper
Still stack that shit up 'bout to take you to school on paper (On paper)
On paper (Nigga)

Yippety-do, hickory-da, your body
Slippery slope, hippety-hop, Bugatti
What would you do
If you couldn't cop
Your ride there
F..ck would you tip
To fall off the top
No lie

[Spanish]
[?]

Fire cars and smokin' carbon
Nose deposits fill up lungs
Chokin' all this
Half the shit I spit was never written down
They f..ck with what I know regardless



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