Paradise - NLE Choppa

Woah

Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda

Top Shotta

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Paradise, cold nights, it’s alright

More life, no rights, no cryin'

Both eyes, seeing lights, I’m like «Oh my»

Stir fry, bow tie, with some white guys

Compromising with my life as you

It’s hard to find

It’s Ramadan every day like I’m Muslim

Change my ways 'cause they rather see a hoodlum

I got a garden now, this the garden of love

I got a daughter now and she she was born

I can’t let that shit get to my 'cause I know she comin' home

False cases, allegations, but the water in the well

everybody move like this

watch the Cartier glist

Hoes talkin' down, but they know that you the shit

Tell 'em suck your dick

Your soul rich and you leave

I need everybody peep they head up

Put your phone down 'cause that shit is negative

Reality ain’t what we see

Reality is what we think

Manifesting in my dreams, I’m reachin' out to bigger things

I wanna Rolls Royce driving panoramic

when I’m in the traffic

Worked too hard for this blessing

I’ma talk as if I already got the whip, that’s how I manifest it

Know it’s destiny

If it cross my mind-