[Verse 1]
I'm addicted to this paper
I swear to God, I'm feeling it
I don't even want to send anymore, baby, I need it
You told me all your secrets, no, I won't speak it
All the promises I made, you know imma keep it
I love the way you stylin', I pull up smiling
She thought that I was bailing, you know, she wailing
Play a song with your G string like it's a violin
Play the song, I can't stay silent or keep it quiet
Brothers only fake when there's fake love
Passed off we ain't the reason why you hate stuff
Take my niggas, leave your block taped off
I'm up late making changes, I'll see you later

[Hook]
I'm from the zone, it's kinda crazy
It's a place where you can prolly die
When we're going outside it make my hooya cry
Pocket rocket with my niggas, we can't let it slide
Lock the money hit the booth when a brother dies
I had to focus get this money, push the lean aside
Get this right, I take a sip and then I feel alive
All this money keep the pain away, I can't describe
All this money keep the pain away, I can't describe
I lost myself, then found myself free from these streets
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