Paper Chase by Silas Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Hold up wait, Section 8 estate
On my paper chase
Fuck I'm great, now my pockets straight
We don't conversate
Hold up wait, Section 8 estate
On my paper chase
Fuck I'm great, now my pockets straight
We don't conversate

[Verse 1]
Stick like Semtex, pushing weight like a benchpress
Got a lot of money but I'll never be in debt
Bet that we don't fuck with folk that becoming outsidе with red hats, Oh
Pocket my bands, you smoke, thosе
Moving out g-berg, tip-toe
Why you gotta act so bitch, though
Selling out traps for rent, though
21 years of bad luck
Me and my homies give no fucks
Doing that math don't add up
9th-grade dropout, skip lunch
When I really really wanna get it off my conscience
Promise, promise, coming home with dollars
Had a couple dreams where I was a little baller
Gotta be taller
School of hard knocks graduate with honors, with honors
Talk about you know what I mean (uh)
You ain't really from the streets (uh)
You ain't been hungry, I'll eat (uh)
Pocket my money I spaceship (uh)
Rocketman on my day trip (uh)
Seeing shit straight like Lasik (uh)
Had to tighten up my laces
[Chorus]
Hold up wait, Section 8 estate
On my paper chase
Fuck I'm great, now my pockets straight
We don't conversate
Hold up wait, Section 8 estate
On my paper chase
Fuck I'm great, now my pockets straight
We don't conversate

[Outro]
Hold up wait, hold up hold up wait
On my paper chase
Hold up wait, hold up hold up wait
Now my pockets straight
Hold up wait, Section 8 estate
Hold up, hold up wait
Paperchase
Hold up, hold up wait
On my paper chase