Papeman - Steakhouse Waiter
Everybody know I'm a prodigy, Mindless BehaviorWhen I say I got the blue strips, it ain't notebook paper
The city dangerous, I be on guard, like I'm getting a taper
My songs hard, they A1, like a steakhouse waiter
You don't want no pape, that's more for me
I poured a four in a sprite, turned my pop burgundy
Made ten in ten minutes, I bet you can learn from me
Wanna be rich, gotta take some risks, but ain't no certainty
I'm a French bulldog, I can never tell
My fiend on 33rd, can smoke crack, but can't even spell
I'm on the beat, dropping bars like my connection failed
Your homeboys really for you? Recognize your personnel
Plug say he got some beans for me, yeah, I'm on the way
I got a play in the O, nah, I can't chill today
Now I'm headed to Philly, just passed by Villanova
Got 50 racks in the passenger, had to tell the pape scoot over
Don't care about the past, I'm trying to get ahead, like a brain surgeon
Life like a book, and right now my page turning
I gotta get it fitted, this new Rollie, got my wrist hurting
If you 30, and ain't got 30, that's
very concerning
Yeah, come on
Living life behind tint, I'm a real camper
Lil' bro be doing illegal things, you can't even put him on the camera
I keep a Fanta
I get pulled over, they ain't even gotta read my Miranda
My migo said he got that dog, gotta meet him down in Tampa, ay
Yo stash real little
Can bring out the Plane Jane, or I can bring out the bust, Ms. Frizzle
Tyrese should be a football coach, seen him outside with a pistol
I can help you get some money, but my sauce, man, that's confidential
Can't get it, lil' dog
Written by:
Trayvon Burl
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