Z-Ro - Eyes On Paper lyrics

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Keep Your Mind On Paper

Keep Your Mind On Paper

Keep Your Eyes On Paper

Keep Your Eyes On Pape

Keep-Keep Your Mind On Paper

Keep Your Mind On Paper

Keep-Keep Your Eyes

Keep Your Eyes

Keep-Keep Your Eyes

Keep Your Eyes On Paper

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I was down on my last down with my stomach touching my back

Instead of my partner's helping me I was what they were laughing at

Can't approach the girl of your dreams with pro-wiens and wragger jeans

So wife five-four shirt with the collar, plus no dollar

It's been a long time since I slept outside, next door to my daddy house

Back then Darrell Louis would smack they Junior in my daddy house

I'm not trippin' I'm actually glad that they turned there backs on me

Fuck family and fuck friends too, It's just me and my strap homie

Yeah I was that nerd nigga yestraday the day I rapped homie

A pocket full of pencils but came a pistol in my lap homie

I was voted most likely to become a teacher

Everybody class is in session put'cha ears up and a mirror speaker

And the day's lesser than simple if you don't work, you don't eat

And the lowest level of a man is when he is living on the street

Whatever you put in the game, the game goin give back to you playa

That's why my mind ain't on these bitches, I keep my mind on paper

Keep my eyes on my paper

Keep my mind on my paper (I got to keep my hands on swoll)

Keep my eyes on my paper

I got my mind on that paper, mayn

I'm thinking bout them stacks

My motivation is being solds in Cadillac's

My decoration is candy coats and super posts

My worst nightmare's waking up and being broke

My mind frame is go get it with no excuse

If all that crying though help me, then tell me what's the use?

My hustle schedule is all night and all day

If there some paper to be made, then I'm on the way

My daily routine is stacking chains and hitting licks

I use my with stick go get it and stack them chips

The haters bumping they lips to try to throw me off

But my eyes on the green like I was playing golf

I'll never ease up mashing until the day I croak

I'll be eighty selling med's to old folks

I keep my mind on bread just like a baker

My eyes on that paper till I meet my...

See I might beat a chick up or should I'da and take the hoe home

When you meet a chick you fuckin' the next day, her homies go home

But in my crib the type of shenanigans just don't go on

Thinking I'm goin pay to see your pussy, bitch you got me so wrong

I might spend a little here, spend a little there

Never spend any of it on pussy, I'm a real player

Early birds get the worm, I'm up when the cock crows

I'm a slip in the baker read cause I promise I got doe

This ain't pay rent money, this play with money

When my friends stop playing with me, I started to play with money

My nigga my ass, ain't not one of y'all my nigga no mo'

Except for Jimbo, one night he caught me creepin' up out of da bibyo

Even though I was down on my luck so he threw me a bone

Put money in my pocket, put me in a room and then my nigga was gone

Ever since then I been tasting paper like paper murder

One of my people have money ain't grown in love of it is evil