Chasing Papers Feat Jaja Soze song by Black The Ripper from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Chasing Papers Feat Jaja Soze Meaning
| [[Chorus: Black the Ripper] Chasing the money It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy Chasing the guap People dying for this shit, just to stay on top Chasing the paper Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later Chasing the dough I don’t know… [Verse 1: Black the Ripper] If you think about it, the meaning of life’s dead ‘Cause we spend most of it chasing the Queen’s head Snowed under with bills, can’t even pay rent How we meant to cop a car or some garms to stay fresh? They got us stressed out, some commit suicide to get out I’m do or die, that’s why I’m the best out Look me in the eyes, you’ll see I’m sincere I been striggling from day, hustler of the year That’s why the government hate me, but people relate to me I’m a free spirit, money don’t make or break me Just makes life easier, I’m like “Scotty beam me up!” I’m taking giant steps, Uncle Derrick can you see me, blud? Give me strength, I’m stressed, that’s what the city does Everyone screaming out peace, but there ain’t any love Ain’t no sunshine in my city Just gun crime and nitties, the money we’re tryna get it (come on) , [Chorus: Black the Ripper] Chasing the money It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy Chasing the guap People dying for this shit, just to stay on top Chasing the paper Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later Chasing the dough I don’t know… [Verse 2: Black the Ripper] I can’t spend my life chasing the scrilla With or without the money, I’m still Black the Ripper I still chat the tings up and it don’t matter how rich you get In their eyes you’ll still be a nigga Do you feel me, my nigga? I hate a yes man, if you don’t then just keep it real with me nigga I got hunger pains, stomach hurts like I’m doing situps Rappers don’t want me on their tracks, they know I fuck the shit up We stay high every day, always got the piff lit up It’s the only way to maintain in this Great Britain Got a brain full of wisdom, kept away from the prisons Keep your religion, I can’t be led astray by the Christians I got faith in myself, fuck a 9 to 5 I’m a boss from day one, I payed myself You’re getting the next man rich, kid you played yourself Behave yourself, all my money I made myself (a go-getter) , [Chorus: Black the Ripper] Chasing the money It’s the root to all evil, but without it we’re bummy Chasing the guap People dying for this shit, just to stay on top Chasing the paper Even though I get it and spend it back on my grind later Chasing the dough I don’t know… [Verse 3: Jaja Soze] Should I die for this dough or ride high for this dough Or sign my soul for the dough and just hope that I blow Or stick to the street, being heat selling some snow Ducking feds on the ends, living life on the low If religion heals, how come all these kids ain’t got meals? Mum is working hard, but still she’s struggling to pay bills [?]] |
