Astronote - Rhymes on Paper lyrics

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Feat. Blu

(Intro)

Astronote

Got a lil' lesson

Got a lil' lesson for ya

(Verse)

Neva let ya pen get ya in a situation

That yo lil' gun can't get yo ass out of

Keep yo tongue tamed, young man, keep yo mouth shut

My niggas got prior convictions they not proud of

Don't get it twisted, we livin' cause God allows us

Not because you're clouded and found your true powers

So what you sold pounds of crack? Yo whole sound is whack

What you project to the crowd, the crowd will project back

And if ya need proof, my nigga, look at proof

Then look at Pac now, then look at Pac and Juice

You ain't got a pocket shoes to stop poppin' shit

Bangin' who shot ya, the papa don't exist

Rocks on yo wrist flossin' off to little chicks

Walkin' thru the wrong parks, got stopped mobbed and stripped

All for talkin' shit when you walked in a booth

Yeah, karma's a bitch bruh, now my advice to you

(Hook)

Betta keep that rhymes on paper

Betta keep them rhymes on paper

Betta keep them rhymes on paper

You best ta keep them rhymes on paper

(Interlude)

What does this look like to you?

Does this look like something that'll be in a city?

In every city?

It's like a jail, a prison

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