Paradise - Joey Fatts, A$Ton Matthews, Waka Flocka Flame

Two niggas can’t fit no casket, so I’ma ask this

How can you act like I’m some self-centered bastard?

I need a meal momma

I need a mill, and that shit don’t fit on a platter so I need a deal Or I’ma

rob and kill for the bread, leave a nigga’s brains plastered

Like none of that shit matter

I gotta get this money right, I gotta get this cake up

I’m tryna cop these brand new Nikes, I’m tryna get my hair cut

Fuck nigga be aware of us, the bitch nigga predators

Treat a nigga like a ho, backhand like Roger Federer

Smokin' dope in the '87 Regal, niggas out trappin' like it’s legal

Plottin' on C notes

So many shots I’m callin', keys lookin' like piles of pollen

And nigga took a loss now, back to ballin'

A nigga been chillin' with Spalding often

I bet my Ex wish she’d have answered my calls then

Cause now we can fuck and we ain’t even together

Say suck my dick and hoes think that’s clever

Cause a nigga the man and bitches see this cheddar

She says (?) better, I say you can’t do better

Cause you let me fuck the first time that I met her

On the road to the gold, I’mma do it nigga

Don’t flush that toilet, I got shit to prove nigga

I’ve been strugglin' all my life, I’ve been hustlin' all my life

Momma scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise

I’ve been strugglin' all my life, I’ve been hustlin' all my life

Momma scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise

But I love this shit, but I love this shit

If it wasn’t for this I wouldn’t be shit, boy nigga love this shit

Boy I love this shit, late night drummin' shit

If it wasn’t for this I wouldn’t be shit, boy nigga love this shit

Bullets rang out

Mommie, daddy, and my cousins all livin' in the same house

They ain’t tryna make a killin', they just tryna make a livin'

Why I see them one day in prison, uh

Fears of the (?) of being deported

Pray for our dinner (?), straight out of the gutter we started

(?) drill zone

Little less (?) meal with the kill phone

Real niggas in the field fair, catching bodies in some big wheels

(?) make me feel lil

Homicide through the windshield

Lil blood on the pavement ain’t a big deal

(?) and the Devil’s watchin'

Momma bitchin' but the bricks flockin'

My pocket’s hurtin' but there’s (?) knots in it

So I’mma sell these O’s until they give my ass a better option

On the block with the same killers, drop a opp with the same killers

(?) pop with the same killers, mix the 8 with the pain killers

They got the feelin’s cause they can’t kill us

In the middle of pots pissed and shots missed

Caught one but I dropped six

Three figures down, (?) tied with the lock-wrist

Cut throat gang, not a nigga breathing gonna stop this

What would I be without this Mary Jane?

Well, without this Mary Jane

Diamonds all in this damn rain

Just bought this brand new chain

Who told ya’ll money don’t grow on trees?

Well I made a livin' off sellin' peas

On the interstate, tryna get the cake

Everyday I’m chasin' these felonies

I’ve been strugglin' all my life just to live in paradise

Took a gamble like a pair of dice, get it?

pair of dice

Couldn’t find a job so I hustled hard for these pair of Nikes

Made some bad decisions, never had no one (?) share advice

Came a long way from the nigga gettin' fronted to the nigga fronting all the

work in the streets

Tired of being broke, nothin' worser than me

Used to cop from a man now he workin' for me

I used to sleep on the floors, now my house got nine rooms in it

I’ve been hustlin' all my life, now the competition can’t beat my ticket