Paper Paulk - Fuck Em All lyrics

rate me

.. can’t get away

Because I’m poor, he go name

(he came back around)

Every day I feel this babe

( gotta keep that feeling)

Jesus started walk away

(street dream)

You know what they call em?

Jesus, that’s what they call em

Jesus, ‘cause it’s the truth.

that’s what they call em, Jesus

jesus, ‘cause he’s the truth.

Yeah, paper Picasso, let cross the line no

Then God giving fly flow, illest mother*cker that I know

It take time to get to the lead,

Nime to .. flair, running this whole f*cking team,

I made up my own name, build up my own ring,

Ain’t mistake us, sake us, why I come from nigga I’m the man

I hear you suckers hatin’, yeah I hear niggas talk,

Same clown that hates on mike when he first moon walk,

See that’s what happens when you chasing greatness

And explaining greatness every nigga hate because it’s no relation

I put my work in, thought I was too patient,

I’ma a f*cking boss that people love me for this rapping haters

Hey y’all craps in them f*cking tryin to get out

That’s why .. negativity and everything they just shot,

Lies and more guns, started to ball over,

We all grew up broke till the story is about hope.

The story is about pain

And we fire people to chain

‘cause we f*ck about the chase so f*cking game

So many plays I lost the ..

So now I bump on my niggas so ain’t never get to see them all

Fuck em all

Straight up, I got my weight up, so mother fuck em all

They hate me, ‘cause they can’t break me

Mother fuck em all.

To the top of the mountain they climb, they keep brinding

Fuck em all, yeah

Just fuck em all.

Took over the city my first project easy

The best is locate mountain nigga, believe me

A work play magician the people call me ..

I’m a staple in my city, ain’t nothing niggas can do with me

Just look it what I made it out, I grew up hugging roaking ball me

Nigga I’m ‘bout my money if you’re tryin’ to take it from me

Listen it’s gonna get ugly, I’ma kep you f*cking

And I do it humbling,

Listen to this and my only shot,

So bitch I gotta make it, I’m not part to be that nigga

I couldn’t made it, I shouldn’t made it,

But never made it, how could I live my life,

Know when I’m the joint of my city, but didn’t blow it

‘cause every time I get the rock em, poster and niggas,

Get the high life, paper part go shine bright

‘cause nigga I’m nice and when the light hit me,

I usually drop 40 or 50, a triple double,

A mathematic number.

The people say that I’m the next to blow

Should have known that I’m the best

I don’t know if I’m next though,

‘cause mainly people wanna see me for,

So I ball in and go hard for all my niggas till wanna see them all.

Fuck em all

Straight up, I got my weight up, so mother fuck em all

They hate me, ‘cause they can’t break me

Mother fuck em all.