[Intro]
Landed with my duffle in hand, working out a plan
Hustle not a scam, the struggle of a man
Tryna get to it, southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke…
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Landed with my duffle in my hand, working out a plan
A hustle not a scam, this the struggle of a man
Tryna get to it, southern supplier of real music
Trill shit evoke feeling when you listen to it
Only trueness if ever I spoke
It was a million dollar quote if ever I wrote
Papered up, but I'm still feeling broke
Ran a hundred miles, still got plenty more to go
Terrace overlooking the seashore
Left side of my walk-in closet look like the BBC store
Lifestyle goals, this is something you should reach for
High as the stars, because we are, my n***a
Drug dealer cars we gettin', country club homes we live in
Looking like a PGA champion
Crib liad out, I'm stoned in the governor's mansion
Tryna put a little dope in the game
Put some pure in your veins, help you maintain and stay sane
Sharpen your knives, and carve your own lane
Never let that money make you change
A gangster gets his money, and remains
[Chorus]
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
That ain't how you n***as live
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
You don't know how this shit
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
That ain't how you n***as live

[Verse 2]
Outside the chicken spot in that Starship Rolls, with the kamikaze doors
Discussin' the haul from the last score
As the world revolves slow, we livin' fast
Runnin' through that cash, cause any minute can be our last
So we live it up, pop a bottle, lift your glass
This is us, the team that never switched
Stuck to the script, memorized that bitch
Y'all was tryna be too slick, you end up lying in shit
See this a dog-eat-dog world, you get, fleas you get bit
Tryna live free in the streets, might get hit
This is for those who wanna thrive, not just exist
To survive and surpass all this shit
Ferraris and a bad bitch, pillow-top mattress
Daydreamin 'bout paper advancement
Gettin up, gettin to it, really puttin the plan in action
The result is the boss smokin', gas mashin'
On the interstate blazin', reminiscin', laughin'
Smilin at all memories, even the bad ones
Cause at least we had 'em, some of us made it
Some of us immortalised in murals, lookin' to the pavement
Candles in the spot homie was slayed in
I shed a tear with my top down, it was raining
[Chorus]
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
You don't know how that shit feel
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
That ain't how you n***as live
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
You don't know how this shit feel
I ain't always had that paper, but I been real
That ain't how you n***as live

[Outro]
(Yeah)
(La-da, la-da)
(Drug dealer cars we gettin', country club homes we living)
(La-da, la-da)
(Drug dealer cars we gettin', country club homes we living)
(La-da, la-da)
(Drug dealer cars we gettin', country club homes we living)
(Push a little dope in the game, put some of that pure in your veins)