Eyes On Paper
[Sample: 4X]"Keep your mind on paper, keep your mind on paper""Keep your eyes on paper, keep your eyes on paper"[Z-Ro]Uh, I was down to my last dime with my stomach touching my backInstead of my partners helping me, I was what they were laughing atYou can't approach the girl of your dreams in Pro Wings and Wrangler jeansA white five-oh shirt with the collar, plus no dollarsIt's been a long time since I stepped outside, next stopped at my daddy houseBack then Darryll Lewis was McVey Junior in my daddy houseI'm not tripping, I'm actually glad that they turned they backs on meFuck family and fuck friends too, it's just me and my strap homieYeah I was that nerd nigga yesterday, the day I rapped homieA pocket full of pencils became a pistol in my lap homieI was voted most likely to become a teacherEverybody class is in session, put your ear up to the nearest speakerToday's lesson is simple, if you don't work you don't eatAnd the lowest level of a man is when he is living on the streetWhatever you put in the game, the game gon' give back to ya playerThat's why my mind ain't on these bitches, I keep my mind on paper[Chorus: 2X]"Keep your mind on paper, keep your mind on paper""Keep your eyes on paper, keep your eyes on paper"I got to keep my head on son"Keep your mind on paper, keep your mind on paper""Keep your eyes on paper, keep your eyes on paper"[Paul Wall]I got my mind on that paper mayne, I'm thinking bout them stacksMy motivation is Benzos and CadillacsMy decoration is candy coats and super boatsMy worst nightmare is waking up and being brokeMy mind frame is go get it with no excuseIf all that crying don't help me then tell me what's the use?My hustle schedule is all night and all dayIf there's some paper to be made, then I'm on the wayMy daily routine is stacking change and hitting licksI use my wits to go get it when stacking chipsNow haters bumping they lips to try to throw me outBut my eyes on the green like I was playing golfI'll never ease up mashing until the day I croakI'll be eighty, selling plain meals to old folksI keep my mind on bread just like a bakerMy eyes on that paper till I meet my maker[Chorus: 2X][Z-Ro]See I might meet a chick, fuck the shit out her then take the hoe homeWhen you meet a chick, you fuck and the next day her home is your homeBut at my crib, them type of shenanigans just don't go onThinking I'm gon' pay to see your pussy, bitch you got me so wrongI might spend a lil' here, spend a lil' thereNever spend any of it on pussy, I'm a real playerEarly birds get the worm, I'm up when the cock crowsI must live in a bakery cause I promise I got doughThis ain't pay rent money, this play with moneyWhen my friends stopped playing with me, I started to play with moneyMy nigga my ass, ain't near one of y'all my nigga no moreExcept for Jimbo, one night he caught me creeping up out of the bioHe knew I was down on my luck so he threw me a bonePut money in my pocket, rented me a room and then my nigga was goneEvery since then I've been chasing paper like paper murdered one of my peopleHaving money ain't wrong, the love of it is evil[Chorus: 2X]