Tom Laegen - Paper Scheme lyrics

[Verse 1: Mean) I crave for nicotine and cream Sip lean on blue dream Blazin' up on that gra** I'm ‘bout to spaz out In these new jeans Balenciaga on the label Dirty Sprite right by the table Steady writing fables Polluting minds on open cables Pull out that Glock I'm aiming straight for the dough Ain't got no time for these haters I put a knife to their throats I'm ‘bout the cash and the clothes Take out you trash and dispose I'm bout the game and the glory I bring the game to the thrones [Pre-Hook: Mean) I'm breaking bad with the meth These alphanumerical flows Take me to higher positions In flight, i'm one with the soul Drown me in liquor and gold Faded we drink to the morn' That darkness inside me Is screaming right down To the bone [Hook: Mean) I'm slowly stacking the paper I'm steady counting the money A flying f** to the haters Who don't believe in my glory I'm ‘bout the cream and the cars All the clothes and the kicks I want more to get by For as long as I live For the air I breathe Thank god for the gift Oh glory, glory, can't you see? [Verse 2: Mean) That I ain't lyin' I'm bout that shine So come pa** me the liquor Drown me deep to the nine To outer space I done fly Spit magical with the rhymes Tactical flow with the style None come close When compared to mine Come on board my flight wave Haze tunes for your mind Design to live on a daily And that's just how I get by Luxury rap sh** to front When I can hardly get by I'm sick of working my a** off Striving so hard to survive [Bridge: Mean] I work hard for the paper I play hard f** ‘em hater [Verse 3: Faytes) In and out of 'em towns In and out of ‘em streets When I come around Don't watch me When I come around Don't speak I been getting all of the pounds So you know the carti ain't cheap I been out there with a white man I been out there with a B And I don't smoke nothing but weed I just sold B to get P Took a trip down to Lot 3 Swiped a few iPhones for free Man i'm rolling round my ends Rolling round with friends I be in and out that TT I be in and out that Benz I be in and out that coupe I be out there for that loot CP Gang, money man You should already know what I do I can't stay bummy like you I get paid to do what I do Truey and the Loubis man What the f** you know About shoes? Flow's infectious, no anthrax No tetris, I got grand stacked I'm restless, I don't sleep I smoke weed and bang tracks I got P's and sip yack Zone out and sit back Her big a** on my lap But she won't see my cash