Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Pricetag] I'm ridin' down Baseline, dumper on my waste line Baby mama textin' me, tellin' me I should make time It's niggas in my city who envy me cause they can't shine Hate their own life so they're out here plottin' to take mine But I ain't slippin', you kill me just know you dyin' with me I trust in God but still got this fifteen-shot nine with me These niggas way too efi for me to relax Knowing they plan to just take me like right 'round my back The finess I possess is what niggas can't match Real life, my life so real, its surreal to you Auntie stress, she can't rest without poppin' a pill or two Pray before I go to sleep, tie the doo-rag Grew up on the Westside, now I'm pushin' that blue flag Niggas your whole team on talk, you're all thugwoofers My team all turnt up like car subwoofers And honestly, I'm speakin' what was felt And playin' at this life with the cards that was dealt That's why I'm a misfit [Hook: Price] Now as these street lights flicker Notice that you're dealing with real niggas With none to lose and much to gain All these streets is all the same All these guns and all these gangs But all you see is all the pain But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this The chances are right now I can't miss this My whole life been tied up in mischief So right now you're dealing with Misfits For real [Verse 2 : Oktane] Young Lord I stay up in the palace, HS87 niggas is fresher than your stylist Me and my niggas be wildin' like no harm is coming I'm too lazy for revenge, just know that karma is coming In with the bullets out with your heart and off with your head Stop gettin' attitude and get money instead Speaking of money, when haters see you get it That's when it hurts And if it's the root of all evil, why they ask for it in church? I see humans but no humanity, it's insanity Let me guess, you're mad at me? You got them J's, no car, huh? And if you do got one, no gas, it won't start, huh? Your ex is a groupie just cause she want to be with the star, huh? And let me guess, I'm broke and I ain't got no bars, huh? I'm over it, nigga 16's is all that you gettin' Half or this rap wasn't even written A young lion in a booth full of kittens This boss rap brodies woudn't get it I'm finished [Hook: Price] Now as these street lights flicker Notice that you're dealing with real niggas With none to lose and much to gain All these streets is all the same All these guns and all these gangs But all you see is all the pain But we gon' get this paper, nah, we gon' get this paper Like me and mine, we gon' get this paper And ain't no way you can fix this, so switch this The chances are right now I can't miss this My whole life been tied up in mischief So right now you're dealing with Misfits For real [Outro: Stacy Barthe] We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money, baby We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money We gon' get this paper, We gon' get this money