[Intro]
Paper on my mind all the time
I can't kick it with that bitch
Cause she always whine
That bitch always whine
Yeah this lean no whine
Shawty wanna fuck with my cause I rhyme
DJ Lone

[Chorus]
I'm the best at this shit
Run up and you get your head split and shit, ah
Bro moving all the bricks and shit
I told him "We gotta go the feds here and shit" ah
Paper on my mind all the time
I can't kick it with that bitch
Cause she always whine
That bitch always whine
Yeah this lean no whine
Shawty wanna fuck with my cause I rhyme

[Verse]
What's good, yeah, nothing new, yeah, what about you?
I got tools, we can shoot, yeah uh, what about you?
Tools on us like the taliban, wе got hella bands
Hella bands, hella macs, hеlla straps, hella that, yeah
I just popped a flat, yeah I'm not gon rest, yeah
Yeah, run up on me and you gonna rest, yeah
This shit ain't a game, no, you can't get rev'd
Until she saw my check, yeah she wasn't impressed
She wasn't impressed but I wasn't trying to impress her
Pull up on my opps with blicks, yeah I'm just finna press 'em
I'm not finna pop these xans, cause we pressed them
Yeah we pressed them, yeah, and I'm not dumb
You a stupid bitch, uh yeah, get on
Get on, move along, this a blunt, no I don't smoke bongs
I don't even write, so why would I right my wrongs?
DJ Lone
[Outro (Chorus 2)]
I'm the best at this shit
Run up and you get your head split and shit, ah
Bro moving all the bricks and shit
I told him "We gotta go the feds here and shit" ah
Paper on my mind all the time
I can't kick it with that bitch
Cause she always whine
That bitch always whine
Yeah this lean no whine
Shawty wanna fuck with my cause I rhyme
DJ Lone