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[Verse 1: Noname]
All my everything is for you
All my terrible sense of humor
And critical interviews
All my pearly gated redemption
And casual acting news
All this money
And law makin’, like racin’ against the moon, but
I sell pain for profit
And I feel profit watching
Everything is for everything
Rhymin’ with casualty
I know labels is backing me but
My tickets be selling out
And I’m steady raising my fetus
Another hit from the fee
110 degrees, in the desert heat
With a bubble coat, turtleneck underneath
Rolling up on the beach
Smoking a holy leaf
Laughing, baking
My homie T
Hoping joking is all we need
When I sell pain for profit
Now I binge-watch Atlanta
No more TV representation from a Kelsey Grammar
Let’s toast to niggas getting checks to work behind the camera
Somebody raise their nana

[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
Find my praise
Go get your weapon

[Verse 2: Noname]
Real recognize real feeling like real prove
Real buddy buddy after the trip to the Cancun
Million dollar baby bet you can get to the hands too
Got a pack of wolves ready to damage a full moon
The only bitch actually rapping look like me now
[?]
[?] just reimagined a freestyle
Damn flood of niggas still watin’ for me to reach out
We shadowboxing the government
Hoping they put the leash down
I sell pain for profit, not propaganda
I know cancer’s origin linked to Santa
I know Santa’s origins linked to money
Mass production of cattle
Slaughtering for the yummy
These niggas is clever
The prison no better
The ghost of the living
We ain’t talking about Reggie
On Christmas we almost forget him
What’s a casket to a holdin’ cell
If a nigga ain’t in it
Only reason why I’m steady fadin’ and still independent

[Chorus: Phoelix]
Truth be told
I wear my heart on my sleeve
Watch you sit it on the shelf
[?] will never leave
Had to do it for myself
To find my praise
Go get your weapon

Been feeling death up
Everyday clawing my neck up
Ain’t nobody call you when you’re red though
Why you gotta live like that, boy?
Why the fuck you on my back for?
Really though, you aren’t my dad, no

Living life in the red more
Twenty-four like full dread, oh
Girl, you’re what I live for
Living my life in the red more
Where the party, where the party left to?
Ain’t nobody gonna feel it back for you
All my heart fully ran out
Feeling my life getting ran out
You can just go and forget me
Yeah, yeah that’s a wrap-up

I don’t mind putting my back to the rapture
All of my head feel the wrath of the world
Been quiet but I still feel it yet, feel it yet
Why you damning me?
Gonna wait for the day they come for me
I don’t wanna live like that
Really drain my heart
Been doing your damage
What have I done?
Fully lose my faith in the world
Oh, want my bed

Out of my mind, out of my head
How do I ride through?
I don’t mind dying, over with life
Dealing with my debt
Out of my head, living in the red
Living in the red
Out of my time
Go ahead and take me
Don’t really care for the world

[Intro]
This that new mixtape nigga
MaLL Beatz
Paper, Paper
Paper, Paper
Chasing it
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Yung God
Chasing it

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch

[Verse 1]
Paper bitch, paper bitch
Need a girl that can take a dick
Need a girl that can hit a lick and give it all to me so I can go on a shopping spree
I be getting so much paper that I can make music for free
If you love getting money than this is where you wanna be
I got money I don’t even see
That’s money in my bank account, my credit card I’m splashing out
Money or dollars or mula or guala
Whatever you call it my nigga I’m balling
Money or dollars or mula or guala
Whatever you call it my nigga I’m balling

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I’m chasing that paper bitch

[Verse 2]
Usain, Usain
Chasing it like Usain
Hussein, Hussein, on the low like Hussein
Money like I’m selling cocaine
Get it in, get it in
Benjamin, Benjamin
My homeboy is Benjamin
My last name is Franklin
Money like the free masons
So high I’m on a spaceship
Broke nigga don’t say shit
You don’t speak my language
Money talk, pimp bitches just like David Hasselholff
Bitch we taking off

[Chorus]
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
Chasing it
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper bitch
I be chasing that paper

[Verse 1]
I forgot what my father said
I forgot what he said
I forgot what my mother said
As we lay upon your bed

[Pre-Chorus 1]
A city full of flowers
A city full of rain

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Verse 2]
I forgot what my brother said
I forgot what he said
I don’t regret anything at all
I remember how we wept

[Pre-Chorus 2]
On a bridge of violent people
I was small enough to cry

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Pre-Chorus 3]
Hold my face before you
Still my trembling heart

[Chorus]
Seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Verse 3]
The gods forgot they made me
So I forget them too
I listen to the shadows
I play among their graves

[Pre-Chorus 4]
My heart was never broken
My patience never tried

[Chorus]
I got seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die
Seven days to live my life
Or seven ways to die

[Outro]
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven
Seven

[Chorus : Yung Bans]
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh

[Verse 1 : Lil Skies]
Aye, work that thing to perfection, never [?]
Sit back and [?]
Take time from all the pressure, no imma get what’s destined
If I don’t see the daylight, my shooters shoot like Stephen
Yeah, know it will be alright, you got to do your things
They gon’ fuck up your life
My diamonds so damn wet, just like a waterslide
No I don’t need no friends, the can go take a [?]

[Chorus : Yung Bans]
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh

[Verse 2 : Yung Bans]
All my pockets full, all my jeans [?]
Pockets out of bank, give it up, in a bad bitch
I was out her jugging, hitting licks ’cause I ain’t had shit
Mama out here working day and night to spend her last cent
I apologise, for always been a bad kid
Ride round with these racks, [?]
[?] , [?]
Disappear like magic, true story no rap

[Chorus : Yung Bans]
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh
Push up in a drop, man I got that straight drop
30 on my Glock, it’ll blow your face, uh
Siamese twins, yeah the dick, have a taste, uh
All my diamonds water, nigga we can have a skate, uh