Siix, the Lowlife Poet - Comma (feat. Springtime)

Paper...
Paper...

Used to being up late
Sleeping during mid day
Lifestyle keep changing
Eventually I'll get it straight
Put some money on my dinner plate
And some food in the 'fridgerator
Singing comma, comma, comma, paper
Comma comma comma paper

Momma Imma get us straight
Got different issues everyday
Moving every kind of way
Just to keep my freedom in a way
They wanna see me cramped up
I can't forget to stand up
Imma get my answers
Or they gone put they hands up
Rolling over bands huh
Hard to keep my pants up
Ain't no money for the dancers
Just the fam and the man, huh
Self supporting we demand love
Money here to keep the fans up
Cause we hotter than the damn sun

Singing comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
We ain't asking for no favors
And do not try to steal the flavor
However far you wanna take it
For the babies we gone surely break you
All the ballers out here do it major
We just scraping what the lord gave us

Singing comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
We ain't tryna see neighbors
We ain't tryna be famous
Just want the comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper

The money buy you time
But only on your wrist
Understand energy kid
You can die with a milli and sins
We done done a millions sins
The commas for the rest of the kin
And we gone do it again
Just to see them win

For the commas we come with katanas
Ya baby momma in our way of guala
Project baby only mean we product
90's Babies now we look like fathers
Wonder if we'll ever made it proper
Every corner Uncle Sam stop us
The Green don't mix with coppers
Tax free how we want it mama

Snatching comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper

We snatching comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper

Comma gone feed the fam
I hope you understand
But real power come from gates within'
The money all pretend
But we gone get these ends
Make em meet like twins
Then we do it again
You only get money to spend
We living life on a whim

Oh, lord
We can't be this broke
No more
Still can't get this show
On tour
Tryna get my feet
On floor

Climbing higher than an elevator
Official money delegator
We gone get it for the baby sake
Best believe we make sum shake
We ain't tryna serve ye
Just tryna get the furs, Ye
Comma make the birds sing
Everyday another birthday
Singing comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
Comma comma comma paper
We can't ever get it later
Money like a respirator
But my spirit know a better savior
Impatient but a heavy weigher
I'm lifting money like they weights bruh

Paper
Paper
If we burn it all by Monday
Have the city back by lunch break
Hey

Bullshittin' my life away
Having to fight to light another way
Cousin told me bloody is the bank
Nothing told me what was in my way
Had to go and get it for my brain
All my niggas out here look the same
We deprived
Ain't no change
Gotta get it how you live
We ain't livin' the same
For the paper and the fame niggas change they frame
Change for the honeys and range
Paper just a tool for kings

Ya'll wouldn't understand...

Comma, paper
Comma, paper
Comma, paper
Comma... paper

Written by:
Justan Shinn

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