Grateful/Paper/slums Lyrics – J. TEK
Singer: J. TEK
Title: Grateful/Paper/slums
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I wake up in the morning, brush my teeth and thank the lord
I’m blessed to see another 24
Tryna survive on this b#llsh#t pay
But, gotta be grateful that i do get payed, sh#t
Keep it real, i’m not good at showing emotions
Maybe i should be a little more open
Maybe i should be a little less guarded
Usually all defence, ben wallace
They tryna stop me, somebody check stats
20/20 games, i swear they can’t box me
I feel like mayweather
I used to dream about copping chains
So cold, in summer my ice may change weather
Ay, yeah, i been counting all this paper
f#ck a hater, see you later
All my n#gg#s going up
Elevator, escalator
Stay a hunnit with a n#gg#, tell me truth don’t tell me lies
Had to switch the flow up, man this sh#t be super fly
b#tch i’m balling, like i’m harden
Can’t be guarded, philosophic
Boy, you capping, stop that talking
All this pain, it got me guarded
Where you been? where you goin?
Thats the questions that i hear
All my sh#t, yeah, i’m working
Told my fam that this our year
Made it through, through the mud
All them trials and tribulations
Gotta thank god for my blessings
I ain’t f#cking with no satan
Tell them n#gg#s i ain’t playing
Like i’m sitting on the bench
Coach, put me in the game, i ain’t missed a shot since
Got the stroke, ask a wh#re
Check the floor, flow like gore
I just go, i won’t slow
Boy, i’m sick, this that throw-up
Where’s your bread? what’s your count?
Thats the questions that i hear
Mind your business, boy, i’m working
Told my fam that this our year
Okay, tryna make it out the slums, yeah
Yeah, i wanna be the one, yeah
Tryna make a mil and some, yeah
Tryna make a mil and- some, yeah
Get my momma what she want, yeah
Get my pops what he need, yeah
Get my family everything, yeah
We never had anything, yeah
I been at it for a minute, tryna crack the ceiling
Tryna crack the code, ay
n#gg#s acting timid, scared to take a chance
Stop acting like a ho, ay
All my n#gg#s with it, we been in the kitchen
Flow fresh off the stove, ay
I been losing sleep, n#gg#s like to beef
We just focused on the dough, ay
Tryna make it out the slums, yeah
Yeah, i wanna be the one, yeah
Tryna make a mil and some, yeah
Tryna make a mil and- some, yeah
Get my momma what she want, yeah
Get my pops what he need, yeah
Get my family everything, yeah
We never had anything, yeah
Ay, remember when we used to eat the hotdogs with the mac and cheese?
Hehehe, that sh#t was fire
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