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black the ripper - chasing papers (feat. jaja soze) lyrics

[chorus: black the ripper]
chasing the money
it’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy
chasing the guap
people dying for this sh-t, just to stay on top
chasing the paper
even though i get it and spend it back on my grind later
chasing the dough
i don’t know…

[verse 1: black the ripper]
if you think about it, the meaning of life’s dead
’cause we spend most of it chasing the queen’s head
snowed under with bills, can’t even pay rent
how we meant to cop a car or some garms to stay fresh?
they got us stressed out, some commit suicide to get out
i’m do or die, that’s why i’m the best out
look me in the eyes, you’ll see i’m sincere
i been striggling from day, hustler of the year
that’s why the government hate me, but people relate to me
i’m a free spirit, money don’t make or break me
just makes life easier, i’m like “scotty beam me up!”
i’m taking giant steps, uncle derrick can you see me, blud?
give me strength, i’m stressed, that’s what the city does
everyone screaming out peace, but there ain’t any love
ain’t no sunshine in my city
just gun crime and nitties, the money we’re tryna get it (come on)

[verse 2: black the ripper]
i can’t spend my life chasing the scrilla
with or without the money, i’m still black the ripper
i still chat the tings up and it don’t matter how rich you get
in their eyes you’ll still be a n-gga
do you feel me, my n-gga?
i hate a yes man, if you don’t then just keep it real with me n-gga
i got hunger pains, stomach hurts like i’m doing situps
rappers don’t want me on their tracks, they know i f-ck the sh-t up
we stay high every day, always got the piff lit up
it’s the only way to maintain in this great britain
got a brain full of wisdom, kept away from the prisons
keep your religion, i can’t be led astray by the christians
i got faith in myself, f-ck a 9 to 5
i’m a boss from day one, i payed myself
you’re getting the next man rich, kid you played yourself
behave yourself, all my money i made myself (a go-getter)

[verse 3: jaja soze]
should i die for this dough or ride high for this dough
or sign my soul for the dough and just hope that i blow
or stick to the street, being heat selling some snow
ducking feds on the ends, living life on the low
if religion heals, how come all these kids ain’t got meals?
mum is working hard, but still she’s struggling to pay bills
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- black the ripper lyrics

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