Black Smurf – Paper Soldiers lyrics

[Hook: Black Smurf]
Know when it come to paper
Gotta watch ya neighbor
(Anytime)
When it come to paper
Gotta watch the favors

[Verse 1: Black Smurf]
Swear you can keep your opinion
Either love me or hate me
My dedication and money
My only motivation
Mental frustration got me facin' my life it's so crazy
If I'm not heavily medicated I might load the cases
I'm too busy chasin' faces
Makin' flight reservations
On the caine gettin' faded
Plottin' on money daily
Been in the heat of situations
So I keep it on safety
Come throwin' flagrants like David
I'll leave ya on the pavement
Must keep a ratchet in traffic
I push no conversation
Get money my occupation
Grind with no hesitation
Goin' back to the bases
When shit was so complicated
If we switched lives for a moment, don't believe you could take it
See I smoke weed it always kill my aggravation
Playin' on me
That egg you beat with no negotiation
How I'm gon' eat
I swear the struggle had me contemplating
Nigga hatin' on me
Cuh' man they kill my inspiration

[Hook: Pouya]
When it comes to the paper
Better watch a hater (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(x2)

[Verse 2: Pouya]
Ok, you can talk about how my skin is white (yuh)
Or you can say I suck, I only rap fast
You rappers trash and I'm just the garbage man
I'm so confident that's why my dick in my hand
I been through some things you just can't never understand
I was on my own, forced to become a man
2010 left school, that wasn't part of the plan (oh no no)
Had to get a job, momma cried said get off your ass
16 years old, I'm bussing tables for cash (damn)
17 years old, I quit said fuck all of that (fuck that)
Bought myself a mic and then I started to snap (yuh)
And now I'm 19 and bitch, well here I am
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)
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
Making 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 while 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
Claiming you real but you really just fakin'
Face it fuckin' faggot fuck boy