The Chase Lyrics

Putting on, long hours on a paper chase

want that cake too boy

Love the taste of it

Its all or nuthin till we finally make it

The team they aint to play wit

Now own ya debts

Boy ya better pay me

Hit the ground running all for the paper chase

More money to make

Putting em down wont hesitate

If coming in fast getting rich

Yall hate it

Talking big bread the shit caucasian

Here to get it started

Only give you the best of me

Work in sets of three

Come wit a extra set of keys

Just for kicking them doors down

The game is my broad now

Her soul found the world is my playground

Cant get wit it im sicker

It wit the literature

Dogs we sick at ya

Aint a winner rappers is cynical

Let your foot drag

And bet we hit up ya winter coat

One up in ya throat

You a shooter homie im in the scope

Sick aint at my peak yet

Kill this and its monumental

Beat kick crack spitting rocks on this instrumental

Man the mind is so mental

You niggaz get the memo

So boy cudos

Signing deals and aint sent a demo

Getting it the king they label me this

By product of the pen

Them fakes aint relating to this

Getting filthy rich

Till i cant fit the thing in my pocket

Been a show stopper

You boys gotta be blocking

You bird brains this educated rap

Mixed wit some punchlines

Im way ahead of that

Yea back and im bad now

And spark like metals clap

Words flowing now bow down

Put on ya thinking caps

Never been one to live of assumptions

Yall consumption

Trunking em wit loose vowels

No function yall weak

My team i spots em like lifting

The gifted

More than just brain smarts ya misfits

Since young as hell

Had a story to tell

Twelve in a cell all self

With em soaking in hell

Aint live no crime life

Boy you a fraud pretending to be

Got no sympathy

Order em dead or send em to me

Must finish em

Closing out act improper on etiquette

But necessary when you expressing

Making it very clear

Evident out to get paid

Hand me them dead men

Presidents Benjamin Franks

Call me the head man

Putting on, long hours on a paper chase

want that cake too boy

Love the taste of it

Its all or nuthin till we finally make it

The team they aint to play wit

Now own ya debts

Boy ya better pay me

Hit the ground running all for the paper chase

More money to make

Putting em down wont hesitate

If coming in fast getting rich

Yall hate it

Talking big bread the shit caucasian