UnotheActivist - Paraphernalia

Paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
I'm on paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
(Uno, I killed it)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah

I was taught to keep it real, I was taught to keep it real
I was taught to keep it real, I was taught to keep it real
I was taught to keep it real, I was taught to keep it real
I was taught to keep that .30, I was taught keep it concealed
I was taught move with the birdies, I was taught kill or be killed
I was taught kill or be killed
Paraphernalia
I got a bro from the system, I swear to God, he is not taking no deal
And they gon' charge me as accessory, I swear to God, I am not taking no deals
I feel like I got to put Cartiers on every time I'm in the hills
You're fucking with me, then you spinning the wheel
I did it again, the drip is exclusive, I swear you can't find it on Grailed
Keeping it real, hadn't even catch him some fade, oh well, you going to hell

Paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
I'm on paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah (Uno, I killed it)

I was brought up with the killers
I was brought up with them killers
I was brought up with some killers
I was brought up with some killers
I was about fourteen years old when me to pull on that trigger
I was about thirteen years old when they told me, "Pull on it"
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Told you lil' niggas, "I'm all about bread", I'm talking Panera, Panera
Yeah, I pull out that Drac' with that one in the head, these niggas they turned to a pharaoh
Yeah, don't pull out that Drac' with that one in the head, the nigga, I'll turn to a little
For a little
For a little
X-ing out like my name Malcolm, talking 'bout Malcolm, no middle
I'm on the moon with a fiddle
What's in my cup? A riddle
Bounce on the booty, it jiggle
I got more money than little
Paraphernalia
Talking 'bout keeping it real
Sorry, keeping it squeal
Heard that you giving out names, I'm sorry, you really keep it tattletale
Told all my sons to get some mollies and trap 'em up out of the hotel

Paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
I'm on paraphernalia
Paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah, yeah, yeah, on paraphernalia
Yeah

Written by:
Troy Vashon Donte Lane

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