Chasing Papers (feat. Jaja Soze) - Black The Ripper, Jaja Soze

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…

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)

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…

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)

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…

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