It’s Paper Paperboys (Ft. MadCon)

Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone
Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone
Double A coming through, we were slightly gone
Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y'all

(Vinni)
Yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this
So focus, i don't wanna die with the dopeness
I lie staring at the sky by the pochers
Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
We dot the posters, the top postmokers
Leaving the beer coz i ain't leaving this chair
"hey man" i ain't even here, beamed upstairs
Sitting on mars, politicing spittin 16 bars
I blaze and switch between stars
Gotta hell of a flow but not to many's ever telling me so
They too slow when my melody blow, i let the jealousy go
Way back, hey jack, i don't play that, wanna lay back in the hay sack
Lace tracks, erase todays crap, face flat, so rewind till your tape snaps

(chours)
It's paper
Y'all better wake up
We starting the race, yup
Pardon me, man, wut
Paper
Say what?
Hard to break
What?
Far from a faker
What?
It's all in my nature
Paper