Its Paper Songtext / Lyric

Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone

Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone

Double A coming through, we were slightly gone

Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y'all

(Vinni)

Yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this

So focus, i don't wanna die with the dopeness

I lie staring at the sky by the pochers

Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us

Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches

We dot the posters, the top postmokers

Leaving the beer coz i ain't leaving this chair