Fast cars
Fast money
Don’t go to jail cuz I aint no dummy
We don’t play cuz this sh.it ain’t funny
This aint a joke
This a paper chase dummy
All u liars say u get money
You got cars full of hunnies
Yeah they all playboy bunnies
But man u all dummies
Where we at you at you gotta work for what you get
People killing people for a share a that sh.it
Im a rabbit
U a turtle and it’s a race were running
To get that money
It’s a paper chase a paper a paper race u motha
Fuc.kin dummy
And if you can’t keep up
Get yo azz outta the way
Cuz the screw ups and the slackers
Get dusted that way
No they don’t get away
They put away forever cuz these crooked people
Don’t play
But its always been that way
Cops convicts gangsta and normal people become all the same
cuz for money hunger we all get changed
Its like our mindsets get rearranged
And the seriouness of this sh.it
Makes people fearless for a bit
Till the wrong people get ahold of that sh.it
Crazy azz people walking these streets
Packing bullets and holdin guns
They think they got power
And it’s the city they run
Until these careless people get put in the dirt
Not cuz they totin gats
Or cuz they sell that purk
Its from the paper chase these motha fukas die
Cuz the little scent of money
Got these motha fukas high
Cuz that little but of money is an addictive agent
You want more and more
But you don’t know how to get it
Till u just become a money whore
Cuz it’s a paper chase a paper race that were all running
If u asked me id say its strange how some thin pieces of paper
Could cause millions of people pain
From the impovert families
Struglin to survive
To those gay azz rappers tryna make it rain
They all have one thing in common
They will sell their own family
To hold the key to life
While other people have to work
For the little but they get in life
Working harder everyday
Yet still no life
There sit and stare at the pampered people full of spite
Hoping they can see the light
To get ahead in the race
To get strong and live life
Of fine eatin lobster
Drinkin wine
Fightin through the gruesome pain
As they fly by
The weaklings in this paper game
That fell and then they hurt they leg
Limping on but can’t keep pace
On they face it is disgrace
Let they family down
Didn’t get no money
Now they hungry
Children crying to their momy
MOM IM HUNGRY
But she just look at em sayin what I gonna do?
Ive tried so hard
Ive worked so hard to make a good life for u
But I failed….
Yet another victim of the paper chase
Yet another lonely face
A look that could stop time and space
Filling it with empty place
Unforgiving in its deadly ways
Satisfied by the struggle and the pain
This sh.it has got many names
But it’s a paper chase a paper race that we are all running.
Fast money
Don’t go to jail cuz I aint no dummy
We don’t play cuz this sh.it ain’t funny
This aint a joke
This a paper chase dummy
All u liars say u get money
You got cars full of hunnies
Yeah they all playboy bunnies
But man u all dummies
Where we at you at you gotta work for what you get
People killing people for a share a that sh.it
Im a rabbit
U a turtle and it’s a race were running
To get that money
It’s a paper chase a paper a paper race u motha
Fuc.kin dummy
And if you can’t keep up
Get yo azz outta the way
Cuz the screw ups and the slackers
Get dusted that way
No they don’t get away
They put away forever cuz these crooked people
Don’t play
But its always been that way
Cops convicts gangsta and normal people become all the same
cuz for money hunger we all get changed
Its like our mindsets get rearranged
And the seriouness of this sh.it
Makes people fearless for a bit
Till the wrong people get ahold of that sh.it
Crazy azz people walking these streets
Packing bullets and holdin guns
They think they got power
And it’s the city they run
Until these careless people get put in the dirt
Not cuz they totin gats
Or cuz they sell that purk
Its from the paper chase these motha fukas die
Cuz the little scent of money
Got these motha fukas high
Cuz that little but of money is an addictive agent
You want more and more
But you don’t know how to get it
Till u just become a money whore
Cuz it’s a paper chase a paper race that were all running
If u asked me id say its strange how some thin pieces of paper
Could cause millions of people pain
From the impovert families
Struglin to survive
To those gay azz rappers tryna make it rain
They all have one thing in common
They will sell their own family
To hold the key to life
While other people have to work
For the little but they get in life
Working harder everyday
Yet still no life
There sit and stare at the pampered people full of spite
Hoping they can see the light
To get ahead in the race
To get strong and live life
Of fine eatin lobster
Drinkin wine
Fightin through the gruesome pain
As they fly by
The weaklings in this paper game
That fell and then they hurt they leg
Limping on but can’t keep pace
On they face it is disgrace
Let they family down
Didn’t get no money
Now they hungry
Children crying to their momy
MOM IM HUNGRY
But she just look at em sayin what I gonna do?
Ive tried so hard
Ive worked so hard to make a good life for u
But I failed….
Yet another victim of the paper chase
Yet another lonely face
A look that could stop time and space
Filling it with empty place
Unforgiving in its deadly ways
Satisfied by the struggle and the pain
This sh.it has got many names
But it’s a paper chase a paper race that we are all running.