Issue No 176 Rhymes On Paper Lyrics

Feat. Blu

(Intro)
Astronote
Got a lil' lesson
Got a lil' lesson for ya

(Verse)
Neva let ya pen get ya in a situation
That yo lil' gun can't get yo ass out of
Keep yo tongue tamed, young man, keep yo mouth shut
My niggas got prior convictions they not proud of
Don't get it twisted, we livin' cause God allows us
Not because you're clouded and found your true powers
So what you sold pounds of crack? Yo whole sound is whack
What you project to the crowd, the crowd will project back
And if ya need proof, my nigga, look at proof
Then look at Pac now, then look at Pac and Juice
You ain't got a pocket shoes to stop poppin' shit
Bangin' who shot ya, the papa don't exist
Rocks on yo wrist flossin' off to little chicks
Walkin' thru the wrong parks, got stopped mobbed and stripped
All for talkin' shit when you walked in a booth
Yeah, karma's a bitch bruh, now my advice to you

(Hook)
Betta keep that rhymes on paper
Betta keep them rhymes on paper
Betta keep them rhymes on paper
You best ta keep them rhymes on paper

(Interlude)
What does this look like to you?
Does this look like something that'll be in a city?
In every city?
It's like a jail, a prison
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