PAPRIKA 2.0

Independent, watch me do it all myself
They could never put a nigga on a shelf
Told these labels fuck 'em I don’t need your help
Swimmin' through the like I’m Michael Phelps
Pluggin' useless shit my product through the mail
Started with an ounce and upgrade to a
Breaking down these grams then put it on the scale
Bagged it up and then I go and make a sale
Only when I’m rollin' when I take an L
Gave my bitch a couple hundred for her nails
Yeah my money tall, your’s shorter than an elf
You don’t think it’s hot then you can go to Hell
I been on the computer ever since a Dell
Now I’m tryna make these hits like I’m Adele
I’m too laser-focused I can never fail
Even though they doubt me, I’ma still prevail
When I start to drop it’s gonna hurt like hell
All these fucking bars, it’s looking like a jail
Always actin' tough, but most these rappers frail
Most of y’all fugazi actin' like you real
When I step on tracks it’s like I touched the real
Shocking y’all just like I was an fucking eel
I’m just doing me, could care less how you feel
Now I need a house and somewhere in the hills
Driving like it’s stolen when I bought the
I step in the ring like I came for the belt
And my name gon' ring just like the front doorbell
I remember when I couldn’t pay my bills
When I didn’t have it, I would had to steal
Hit the corner store and take a Ginger Ale
Or a Mountain Dew just for my cousin
Open up my cabinet my food was stale
Elevator broke we had to take the stairs
When I couldn’t make it, momma braid my hair
Things were rough for us for just a couple years
Thought I wouldn’t make it, shed so many tears
Made me feeling like nobody cares
It ain’t matter that I thought it wasn’t fair
Fight or flight I had to let go of my fears
Time just came for me to settle my affairs