paper trails

When I hop up in the booth put my soul into these raps
Yeah
I'd sell my soul to get these racks
And real niggas dying just know that they coming back
Ayeee
We know that you lying we hear it all in your raps
Ayeee
Seen my momma stressing I told her to just relax
Ayeee
Told her imma make said baby yeah that's a fact
Uh they say I'm getting skinny my pockets is getting fat
I been living in the moment cause good things don't ever last
Don't try to run up on me like jimmy I gotta blast
Thinking bout the shit that you put me thru I just laugh
Fuck school don't need a teacher
Ballin' onna court you inna bleachers
My name jc nice to meet ya
I don't need your feature
I just poured the four in the two liter
Said they need me now but I don't need ya
Told her open wide cause I'm gon feed ya
Came into the game never needed help
Left me on my own did this by myself
Look into my mind all you see is hell
When a nigga die leave a paper trail