Paralegal by Keenan The First Lyrics
Yeah
Almost went right back to school to be a paralegal!
(Woo!)
Now I’m in these cameras like I’m Don Cheadle (ayy!)
Put some Maraschino in my Pellegrino
Hustle like a Angeleno
I get better every day
Thomas Edison to shade (uh!)
Every time I feel the danger
I’m Retro Spectro with the fade (uh!)
Tried to get me for the paper
Got Tide sticks for the stains
A turtleneck inside the blazer
Just to isolate the chain (uh!)
Get my Nike’s in the frame
I used to hit or miss
Now, my résumé look like a bucket list (yeah)
Treat deez hatas like they don’t exist
I don’t talk to you, the bank, my ex, or the governments
I’m popping now
I sign it if I got a option out
Make me what them haters talking about
From my IG, or my SnapChat, to my Venmo, or my PayPal, or the Cash App to my bank account
Make it look like I’m just hanging out
Sell a record for like 80 thou
’cause I can break it now
They all up in my face
I’m like “We making money, or we making out?”
(Ummm… *kisses* Psyche! Money.)
They can’t believe my homie Jorge talked to Jason Segel
I can’t believe I almost went right back to school to be a paralegal! (paralegal)
(Huh.) Now I shoot my shot just like I’m Tarantino!
(Ayy!) Put some maraschinos in my Pellegrino
Hustle like I’m Ronaldinho! (Ayy)
Sixteen wit my ID; I’m at Valentino’s
Kissing on my homie girl, ’cause we on the d-low
Yeah, D.N.T., Panties Droppin’, Central High
A dollar for a tape; we made like one-oh-five
Twenty-two, I’m working at the Bike Casino
Why Khaliq just dropped Makeda?
Ran into Dwayne; I ain’t know if I was ready to commit to theatre
Selling out a sixty seater
LA weekly feature
Cut to twenty-three
Can’t find work with my degree
And I’m bumming at the crib
Where I can’t afford to be
Pulling doubles for a check
Coming every other week
Since the music ain’t blow, I paid the application fee to be a paralegal!
(Huh.) Now, I’m Keenan The First tryna drop a sequel
Mixing maraschinos in Pellegrino
Making music for the people (ayy)
Almost went right back to school to be a paralegal!
(Woo!)
Now I’m in these cameras like I’m Don Cheadle (ayy!)
Put some Maraschino in my Pellegrino
Hustle like a Angeleno
I get better every day
Thomas Edison to shade (uh!)
Every time I feel the danger
I’m Retro Spectro with the fade (uh!)
Tried to get me for the paper
Got Tide sticks for the stains
A turtleneck inside the blazer
Just to isolate the chain (uh!)
Get my Nike’s in the frame
I used to hit or miss
Now, my résumé look like a bucket list (yeah)
Treat deez hatas like they don’t exist
I don’t talk to you, the bank, my ex, or the governments
I’m popping now
I sign it if I got a option out
Make me what them haters talking about
From my IG, or my SnapChat, to my Venmo, or my PayPal, or the Cash App to my bank account
Make it look like I’m just hanging out
Sell a record for like 80 thou
’cause I can break it now
They all up in my face
I’m like “We making money, or we making out?”
(Ummm… *kisses* Psyche! Money.)
They can’t believe my homie Jorge talked to Jason Segel
I can’t believe I almost went right back to school to be a paralegal! (paralegal)
(Huh.) Now I shoot my shot just like I’m Tarantino!
(Ayy!) Put some maraschinos in my Pellegrino
Hustle like I’m Ronaldinho! (Ayy)
Sixteen wit my ID; I’m at Valentino’s
Kissing on my homie girl, ’cause we on the d-low
Yeah, D.N.T., Panties Droppin’, Central High
A dollar for a tape; we made like one-oh-five
Twenty-two, I’m working at the Bike Casino
Why Khaliq just dropped Makeda?
Ran into Dwayne; I ain’t know if I was ready to commit to theatre
Selling out a sixty seater
LA weekly feature
Cut to twenty-three
Can’t find work with my degree
And I’m bumming at the crib
Where I can’t afford to be
Pulling doubles for a check
Coming every other week
Since the music ain’t blow, I paid the application fee to be a paralegal!
(Huh.) Now, I’m Keenan The First tryna drop a sequel
Mixing maraschinos in Pellegrino
Making music for the people (ayy)