Paper Game - Accent, One Love, Kinetics

My day one motto I keep that, close enough for me to reach that

Stand on what I plan on, my hands on, my seat back

My camp on, I needs that, FGR my brainchild

Group of guys that I move beside and like 2 for 5s our name loud

Loud enough but still low enough, where you don’t gotta know what I’m holding up

Just know that I’m still holding mine, golden pride, golden nuts

Golden jewels, right from birth, all or nothing, might could work

Rap about how they trapped us out and y’all ask about like it’s a Bible verse

But I’m still on my pay now, counting up on my way out

Sweetest sound is that bill pluck, well after me and what I lays down

Down for all that I know, just say the word and I go

I map out and then black out, I take that route ‘cause I’m grown

And I done seen too many mistakes from trying to get your shit straight

So we dress up like we been full, but frame of mind like we skipped plates

I wake up, kick a prayer, contemplate on what Skip say

And then get back to this bread run, sucks for y’all and your distaste

They won’t take who I am away

In this paper game

Cause one day I’ll get a raise, I’ll get a raise

But I’ll always stay the same, I’ll stay the same

They won’t take who I am away

In this paper game

Cause one day I’ll get a raise, I’ll get a raise

But I’ll always stay the same, I’ll stay the same now

Who I am is never gon' change, whether for fame, women, or dames

If it’s gold chains, fifths of rosé or bricks of cocaine, whatever no thing

Could dishevel my name when I better my pay, I’ll be setting my pace so just

get out my way

I could get along great putting pen on my page, if there’s bread on my plate,

and some edamame

My soul ain’t to sell even if it exists, so go somewhere else I don’t need to

be rich

To smoke a pair Ls if my nose deemed fit, or boast a bare self and hopefully

feed kids

Know it’s fair or healthy that most people’d pick, cozy’s where we’ll be if

only seen a tenth

Of what all millionaires held over years since they wrote and shared tales and

stories of greediness

Don’t get me wrong I need money and a good amount, but I wouldn’t want or seek

none that I couldn’t count

Scribble on sheets humming what is from my mouth, and always honestly fluffers

ought to cut it out

But it’s hard to be someone if you struggle now ‘cause you gotta own green

coming to another pile

I performed in streets once for the funds around, and I was poor but cheap cups

stopped the stomach growls

Cash won’t dull my identity, my passion or vulnerability

Towards that of a lulled intensity or a lack of what pulls my energy

From the back of my skull through the wind I breathe, I won’t crash my hull

into anything

My knap sack full, trying to live my dreams, but a stack’d be cool ‘cause my

rent ain’t free

They put an eye on the pyramid, pyramid on the dollar

I’m peerin' at all them dollars, but spiritually I’m hollow

And we all wanna make our list bigger, ready to die like ditch diggers

No soul like stick figures, fixated on six figures

Checks on your Chase, you got checks on your Uptowns

With Chucks on, so chicks frown when they check you out and they look down

Is it materialistic?

Is it a limit edition you bought?

Or are you just merely a mirror of images, and you’re not really artistic at

all?

All of this paper chasin' traces anciently

Face it, basically back to nations based on basic masonry

Even the Bible told you, the profit is honorary, stop with the commentary

Just stop at depositories, and pocket the monetary

Walk to the monastery, repent

Light the Dalai Lama’s Nag Champa, that’s burnin' Dalai’s incense

Hence, yo life is a bitch, file divorce

As long as you handle the child support, remember to smile in court…'Netics!