Rich Boy - Let's Get This PaperLyrics

R.I.P., Pooh Bear that my dead homie Fuck that other shit, hey, let's get this bread, homie Remember when they could catch a charge down in Atlanta They underestimate me 'cause I'm comin' from Alabama Martin Lee, innocent, he ain't even have a chance They beat him in that boot camp 'til he died in that ambulance That boy was only fifteen years old, fuck what they say he did So tell me how I'm 'posed to feel when police killin' kids? And then we can't get a job, ridin' we get them pounds If it ain't that coke then we get that 'dro and break it down See that ice, the dope man paradise Boy, better think twice that dope have you doin' life They tore down the projects, so where we gon' move next? They takin' them food stamps, they stop government checks Hey, money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper Yeah when you look at us, just think about it We don't own nothin, if we get money, we got a lil' few dollars But our whole family tore up, nigga, you gettin' the money For the people in ya family that ain't got nothin' When it's all said and done, what do you own? You don't own nothin', you don't own you The nigga playin' basketball, he don't own that jersey He can't even be in a commercial with his name on the back So when it's really all said and done What did you do this for? What difference did you make? You see how the world changin', yeah, they look so dumb, ain't it? Wish they just kill 'em all, so now the Middle East, they bangin' Preachers in that pulpit, say they teach that bullshit So how we know it's bullshit? Same niggas I went to school with Grabbin' on yo' nuts and disrespectin' get you merked Well, them young niggas got pistol grips They been about they killin' shit But they all some hypocrites, haters, they won't let me be When I come up to them gates, I hope you say you heard of me Now Kendrick Curtis gone, them angels took him home They gave my brother ten years, the system did him wrong Now we're convicted felons because they caught us sellin' And nine times out of ten yo' friend the one who tellin' I wanna go to Heaven, up to that Promised Land I need another chance, I wanna meet that Man Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see you haters, so let's go get this paper Yeah, surprise, niggas, hey, we behind that, nigga Everybody tell me to get money Y'all niggas ain't gettin' no motherfuckin' money, nigga I got millions, nigga and I'm still broke, nigga 'Cause that ain't no motherfuckin' money, shit y'all playin' right into these motherfuckers' hands Risk ya life everyday for some bullshit, huh, nigga? What yo' bank account say nigga? Oh, that's all? They shippin' boys off, they fightin' in Iraq This soldiers in that war that ain't never gon' make it back Nigga, this the battlefield, fake niggas scream, "Keep it real" Yeah, yeah, rob, steal, anything to pay them bills Hey nigga, time's harder, hey so we grind harder We takin' chances with that cocaine comin' 'cross that border Tryin' to make it up out this ghetto life, ain't gotta be this way Them pigs, they came and kicked my mama do' in yesterday I prayed a thousand nights, I did a hundred crimes And now I'm beggin', Lord that you don't let me die this time Money, my motivator, my mouth, my money maker No, I don't see them haters, so let's go get this paper Our Father who art in Heaven Please Lord, forgive me for that crack sellin' Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done These niggas dumb Yeah, nigga, they gave my brother ten years, nigga What the fuck you 'posed to do with that, nigga? They gave my uncle twenty years, nigga Matter of fact, they gave my cousin life, nigga I can tell ya how I feel, nigga To be on that motherfuckin' stand, nigga Lookin' the motherfuckin' judge in they face, nigga And he gon' tell you some stupid shit like life, nigga They sendin' y'all niggas on vacation Nigga 'cross the nation, nigga Y'all niggas caught up in the motherfuckin' hype, nigga Sellin' that white, nigga I've been there, done that, nigga Nigga, I'm from Mobile Nigga, they call that bitch [Incomprehensible], nigga You bring yo' black ass down, nigga You ain't gon' make it, nigga You guaranteed to go to motherfuckin' prison Bein' black where I'm from, nigga I come from the motherfuckin' impossible, nigga Now y'all niggas gotta deal with me, nigga I'm here, Zone 4, new motherfuckin' money, nigga D Boy Squad, Rich Boy, Polow Da Don, yeah