Trouble In Paradi$e - Paradise

I stand alone
With like 100 niggas on go
I cover the canteen
Book hoes for they furlough
The young broke one
I owe none
Souls intact , jump out the pot
Watch the sober relapse
God blessed
No lie
I'm on the cream chase
Catch me in the coffee brown guts
Of that half and half cream range
I take shots from like 3 range
Encounter ya bitch and the drip
Make her and her friends freeze frame
Let me take that off ya mental duke
I'm not a charismatic coon
I'm an introspective spook
My view is far beyond
The boards and a padded booth
It's a high rise on the moon
With an expanding roof
I ain't come here to play
I wrote the manual
Try to jack son and catch a L like Samuel
This is jaws , you playing in unsafe waters
This uncut flow
Sure to fly me clean cross borders
And i gotta couple mules to move it
You want my spot then prove it
Labeling me one of ya oops is foolish
I'm that nigga that you want on ya team
That's less stressing
If we warring
You'll get opened up like a c-section
It's the pride of Camden
No if , ands
Get butt from the honeys
Where they don't fuck
Unless you touching some money
Catching you creeping in the dark
The lasers out
End up on a poster
Like them hoopers
Who be balling by OMEGA house
Incomparable
Don't put no nigga next to me
I been in this line a long time
And bitch I'm next to eat
I'm a cool nigga
But the hood said stay next to heat
Gucci slides on the beach
Lavish suites with heavy freaks
I'm from a different cloth
Paradise , he been a boss
Tint with the candy gloss
Make bitches pull they panties off
Not even close to my potential
So you niggas fucked
Legendary already
If not , i ain't missing much

Written by:
Adam Lane

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