[Verse 1 : Pricetag]
I'm ridin' down Baseline, dumper on my waste line
Baby mama textin' me, tellin' me I should make time
It's n***as in my city who envy me cause they can't shine
Hate their own life so they're out here plottin' to take mine
But I ain't slippin', you kill me just know you dyin' with me
I trust in God but still got this fifteen-shot nine with me
These n***as way too efi for me to relax
Knowing they plan to just take me like right 'round my back
The finess I possess is what n***as can't match
Real life, my life so real, its surreal to you
Auntie stress, she can't rest without poppin' a pill or two
Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo-rag
Grew up on the Westside, now I'm pushin' that blue flag
N***as your whole team on talk, you're all thugwoofers
My team all turnt up like car subwoofers
And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt
And playin' at this life with the cards that was dealt
That's why I'm a misfit

[Hook: Price]
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real n***as
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfits
For real

[Verse 2 : Oktane]
Young Lord
I stay up in the palace, HS87 n***as is fresher than your stylist
Me and my n***as be wildin' like no harm is coming
I'm too lazy for revenge, just know that karma is coming
In with the bullets out with your heart and off with your head
Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead
Speaking of money, when haters see you get it
That's when it hurts
And if it's the root of all evil, why they ask for it in church?
I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity
Let me guess, you're mad at me?
You got them J's, no car, huh?
And if you do got one, no gas, it won't start, huh?
Your ex is a groupie just cause she want to be with the star, huh?
And let me guess, I'm broke and I ain't got no bars, huh?
I'm over it, n***a 16's is all that you gettin'
Half or this rap wasn't even written
A young lion in a booth full of kittens
This boss rap brodies woudn't get it
I'm finished
[Hook: Price]
Now as these street lights flicker
Notice that you're dealing with real n***as
With none to lose and much to gain
All these streets is all the same
All these guns and all these gangs
But all you see is all the pain
But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper
Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper
And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this
The chances are right now I can't miss this
My whole life been tied up in mischief
So right now you're dealing with Misfits
For real

[Outro: Stacy Barthe]
We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money, baby
We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money
We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money