I keep my mind on that paper mang,
I'm thinking about them stacks..
My motivation is Beamers, spokes, and Cadillacs.
My decoration is candy coats and hundred notes,
my worst nightmare is waking up and being broke.
my mindframe is go get it with no excuse,
if all that crime don't help me, then tell me what's the use?
My hustle schedule is all night and all day,
if there's some paper to be made, then I'm on the way.
My daily routine is stacking change and hitting licks,
I use my wits to go get it and stack them chips.
Them haters bumpin they lips to try to throw me off,
but my eyes on the green like I was playing golf.
I'll never ease up mashin' until the day I croak,
I'll be 80 posted up sellin' pain meds to old folks.
I keep my mind on bread just like a baker,
My eyes on that paper until I meet my maker.







This is my first piece so constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanks for reading :)

Yeah, thanks for all the support assholes. Wrote this shit two months ago and all you said I wouldn't make it in the game.


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Well who's laughing now, bitches

LOL! go smoke your crack stash now.

Talented southern rapper, or annoying, infuriating troll?

You're shit is very good, but sounds the same as a million other people. See, my shit is unique, adopting aspects of many styles, while maintaining individuality, and still not breaking the rules, and becoming bitch shit.

see they call me uncle phil cuz they clowned on bel air
if totse people existed in real life everyone would stare
you speak of paper stack, while i live impoverished like 3rd world lands
in my dreams i fanticize of possesing hundreds in my hands
all i posses is this .38 and all i can do is contemplate
how i can make the ends on swo process initiate
riskin 25 to life and dodgin crooked ass cops
on top of that gotta worry about my own folks on tha down low dime drop
postin on totse when i think plot so a scheme i concoct
wit intentions of buyin an m-16 wit a folding stock
visions of demonic faces races late night my heart paces
i gotta dodge 9mm slugs just to fill my gut i bell wit blue laces
livin in the lanlocked west coast and every day is a struggle
not feelin alone when im on totse but knowin they wont believe stories about flash muzzle
bitches are scandalous and i just cant seem to find hoes i trust
when you dealin wit bitch as scandalous triccs keepin your game tight is a must

(chorus)cuz its a life others wanna live and you cant seem to escape
they wanna imitate us to the point where our identity is disgraced
fools thinkin we liein cuz the wannabees fuck this shit up
on a mutherfuccin buster i will immediately bust

see i spit this mutherfuckin shit knowin it strictly for totse
one time see i gave probable cause they thinkin they got me
i leave no clues not filin and pilin so one time quiccly stop smilin
im free on the street to see paper pilin and do some totse freestylin
im concoctin plots to pull liccs livin a scene in a movie
and trying to instigate ways to get me alotta pussy
homeboy fiendin for the wildhorse so shit gettin scandalous
borrow money from judge banks when i sentence you cant handle this
12 gauge blast late night its a bloody sight
one time unrollin tape under tha orange street light




(chorus)cuz its a life others wanna live and you cant seem to escape
they wanna imitate us to the point where our identity is disgraced
fools thinkin we liein cuz the wannabees fuck this shit up
on a mutherfuccin buster i will immediately bust

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