Still Get Paid - Polaris

I got the stars fixed
And I'm
In the middle like Polaris
I'm fresh due to me
No, Not a stylist
It's a miracle
How I'm not violent
While I'm being assaulted
No prints on coffins
Momma pray for me
I'm a few feet away from heaven

I was the last one on your team
I'm Becoming the dream
These shades block like Akeem
Or the lies you on
I don't see, with you
Momma told me this is real
As the air, I breathe
So no more suffocating
Cause of hope
You better get to the dope
Wearing out your bones like coke
Don't be on it cause it floats
Who has a better dream?
I never heard you snoring
Still, I use floors for beds
And hammers for nail heads

You afraid to flip some bread
You might see some mold
Still, that's the odds I'm told
Chances aren't being made
It's being taken
The first thought in the morning is to get up and start caking

The pastry man with
Retired cooks off the bench cooking power

The streets never left me
I'm higher then Pesci

So goodfella
Roll your dice

I send extra cheese with a slice
Leaning you like that tower of Pisa

You old geezer
Known liars confessing I'm just nice
Just pay the fees and the price
I'm celebrating every day
Toast shots to those Missed shots
You coping or not
I die for this
Ladies whose the best in your spot
I don't need weapons on those blocks
This mountain view
Should change your perspective
No more living recklessly

She Waking up to diamond floated mattresses
She Waking up to diamond floated mattresses

Written by:
CROESUS ECELUGICH

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