Extra Extra

Extra, extra, get a newspaper I'm Stackin' up paper, just to stun all my

Haters I'm the Black Paul, bangin' Away, I chop down

These acres And yo bitch blow me the blow steam, I guess

She catchin' vapors Life's so sweet, But it's startin' to lose

Flavor They doubtin' my songs, they act like this

ain't a banger And you hatin' on the low, best believe you

in danger Snitches get stitches, fuck around and get

tailored Extra, extra, I'm the new world leader

Blowin' on gas, I'm tryna fill up the meter Fuck her, leave her, she was never a keeper

And your chick get passed around, I let my homie receive her