Sorry baby, I've been on my grindin' Paper chains, so I might not make it
home Put that money first, cause it won't pay me
I guess now she ain't, she ain't answerin' her phone
30 in that Glock, can't do no 3A Cause these streets crazy
And I gotta make it home, gotta get this dog
Police on my ass, and they won't leave me alone
Y'all, started with nothin', you know I gotta get it
All I needed was powder, I had the pot, so whip it
I had the blocks to chip it, I had all the spots to flip it
Niggas watch me go from zero straight to triple digit
Niggas watch me go from playin' ball to dishin' pigeons
All my niggas went from throwin' hands to throwin' bullets
Tell bae I'm sorry, cause tonight I might not make it home
I'm paper chasin', you know I gotta get this dog
Sorry baby, I've been on my grindin' Paper chains, so I might not make it home
Put that money first, cause it won't pay me
I guess now she ain't, she ain't answerin' her phone
30 in that Glock, can't do no 3A Cause these streets crazy
And I gotta make it home, gotta get this dog
Police on my ass, and they won't leave me alone
They don't leave me alone Come up, feel a little better when you ain't
on your own The biggie said she down to ride, anywhere
that I go Bonnie and Clyde, she always askin' me to let
off my pole That's why I love her the most
When it get real, I done see niggas get ghosted
Spend any time I say it's hot, she always stashin' my dope
They say I'm bringin' real back, the city need me the most
When the gang saw the odds and gave the trap, niggas hope
I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it,
I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, I'ma make it, yeah
John look