Paul Scholes

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I can kick it nice to old school beats but you won't see me in no British Knights My Ellesse jumper is fitted nice, I'm addicted so this pussy I had to kill it, twice I'm dead wrong, I can't get it right Niggas get, left in the distance so I'm just forgetting guys I'm so high I can caress a sky, reaching everyone's levels then I set 'em high You don't wanna grow, it's best ya die Playing with kids and soulfully molesting rhymes, step aside And first you got a first, you come off worse, you are a lesser guy I'm telling you there's no question I I got the vision like Paul Scholes, where my teams patch on my torso Doing shows all around the country, no tour doe Getting cash in hand, I want more dough Import droe and draw smoke, my eyes red like Paul Scholes Playing the field like Paul Scholes, sitting in the middle of 'em all yo [Chorus] I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 [Verse 2] Yeah, my teams united like Paul Scholes See them other niggas have baby feet with small souls I was in O.T. like Paul Scholes, got a few from sushi baker but you got brought home But when I was there I seen an old timer we talked loads Said she had a new home and a car but weren't the one that parked those Her new man got 'em on that whipping, knows her friends and brought hoes And when I ain't there, she's just like 'em when the doors closed How's he gonna through feelings once he caught those Only the Lord knows, my ex ting hates me but she still wanna talk doe I smoke zutes and pass it to my team like Paul Scholes I seen the gap in your defence like Paul Scholes It's always after your actions that your talk shows I'm out and about not sitting watching talk shows Vacations, I'm poor doe, this country I'm implored yo Met a Spanish girl and her arse (?) doe She smoked my zute and tell her bell her (?) yo I was writing back to wing them all broke Reminiscing with memories flashing like Morse Code All I've got in this world is my word and my balls yo In this rainy city, seeing olders act 18 like they're Paul Scholes With my niggas, we all broke performing at these small shows We're grafting and we love it all yo [Chorus] I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones I came through in 9-3 like Paul Scholes 9-3 forever from the M-1-4 zones