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kris kasanova - paperchaser lyrics

[verse 1]
life’s short
the day’s long
i’ll probably die up in my hood like trayvon
wait son
i’m from a block, where n-ggas bear arms
like it’s 95 degrees out
shots, and them d’s out
g’s trying to c’s what you b’s bout
ain’t nothing, f-ck you banging fo’
oh you ain’t banging, f-ck you claiming fo’
you ain’t trapping, you acting
my n-gga’s first reaction, is blacking, and blasting
at fourteen, my n-gga had a pocket full of stones
never met his pops
mom never home
crib full of kids, still a n-gga feel alone
got his mind up on his money
hand upon his chrome
other hand upon the phone
said there’s money to be made
life threw him lemons, he made hard lemonade
and got lifted
i always said “my n-gga, you was gifted”
he said, “money make the world go ‘round. don’t get it twisted”

[hook: tennille]
you’s a paperchaser
you got your block on fire
remaining a g
‘til the moment you expire
you know what it is
to make something outta nothing
just handle your biz
just handle your biz
(2x)
[verse 2]
new york
big city of dreams
feins got the sh-t looking like it’s new orleans
juvenile’s, with crack vials, in their g-star jeans
and b.g.’s, with blood stains, on their new xiv
you getting money, ha
gold chain around yo neck, ha
got a connect, so now you wildin’ for respect, ha
that beeper, yeah, it come wit a tec, ha
you selling pills, got em trippy
tell em watch they step, ha
you paperchasing, ‘cause ya bills overdue
hot boy every summer
and the winter too
low profile, but you blowing mystikal
whipping up in them pots
grandma in the living room
didn’t finish school, ‘cause you tryna chase that skrilla
in the hallways, like all day
sh-t looking like it’s thiller
since a youngin’ you was told never to snitch
everybody need a hit
all you gotta do is pitch

[hook]

- kris kasanova lyrics

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