[Intro: Black Smurf]
Know when it come to paper
Gotta watch ya neighbor
Any time of the (I swear to God)
When it come to paper
Gotta watch the favors (Uh)
(Huh)
[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
Swear, you can keep your opinion
Either love me or hate me (I swear to God)
My dedication [?] lately my only motivation (I swear to God)
Mental frustration get me facin' my life is so crazy (Huh?)
If I'm not heavily medicated, I might load the cases (Okay)
I'm too busy chasin' faces, makin' flight reservations
On the caine gettin' faded, plottin' on money daily
Been in heat of situations so I keep it on safety (I swear to God)
Come throwin' flagrants like David, I'll leave ya on the pavement (Uh)
Must keep a ratchet in traffic, I push no conversation (Uh)
Get money my occupation, grind with no hesitation (Uh)
Goin' back to the bases when shit was so complicated (I swear to God)
If we switched lives for a moment, don't believe you could take it (I swear to God)
See, I smoke weed, 'cause, mane, it always kill my aggravation
Playin' on me, that egg you beat with no negotiation (Uh, uh)
How I'm gon' eat? I swear the struggle had me contemplatin' (Huh-huh)
Nigga hatin' on me 'cause, mane, they kill my inspiration (Okay)
[Bridge: Pouya]
When it comes to the paper (Yuh, yuh)
Better watch a hater (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
When it comes to the paper (Yuh, yuh)
Better watch a hater (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
[Verse 2: Pouya]
Okay, you can talk about how my skin is white (Yuh)
Or you can say I suck, I only rap fast (Yuh)
You rappers trash and I'm just the garbage man (Yuh)
I'm so confident, that's why my dick in my hand (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
I been through some things you just can't never understand (Bitch)
I was on my own, forced to become a man (Yuh)
2010 left school, that wasn't part of the plan (Oh, no-no)
Had to get a job, mama cried, said, "Get off your ass" (Yuh, yuh)
Sixteen years old, I'm bussing tables for cash (Damn)
Seventeen years old, I quit, said, "Fuck all of that" (Fuck that)
Bought myself a mic and then I started to snap (Yuh)
Now I'm nineteen and, bitch, well, here I am (Yuh, yuh)
Still ain't got no crib, so I been living with my mans (Yuh)
Still ain't got no bitch, but I got hoes on demand (Yuh)
But way back in the day, them hoes ain't pay me no mind (Yuh)
Now they fuck and suck and swallow my choice of time (Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Guess I deserve it, I found me a purpose of livin', do it for the children
'Cause you know we ain't gettin' younger
We all gon' be under the ground eventually
But when I die, I hope you don't remember me
I ain't no hero, no role model
I ain't no soldier, no miracle
Makin' no legend, no inspiration
Here's a fun fact; I'm not even Caucasian
Me and you never had no conversation
You wasn't with me workin' inside the basement
I was workin' hard when y'all was gettin' faded
And all of these hoes just wanna be famous
I see through your face 'cause my mind elevated
Mad 'cause I'm the reason that your bitch naked
Claimin' you real but you really just fakin'
Face it, fuckin' faggot fuckboy
Paper Soldiers was written by Pouya & Black Smurf.
Paper Soldiers was produced by Chris Coast.
Black Smurf released Paper Soldiers on Tue Apr 29 2014.