Me, Not The Paper Remix

[Chorus: Skillz sample, Starang Wonduh sample]

"'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams

See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"

[Verse 1]

Microphone thugs flip keys and shit

'Member the '80's when niggas was acting crazy?

The mean streets raised me

I used to live dangerously

Amidst crack-selling, armed and dangerous felons

Plus murderers, drug spot burglars

Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper

Lived the life of crime, but got saved by the rhyme

Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time

Plus the ones gunned down in their prime

I made it this far because of Divine design

Diamond-flooded chains, the Sun still outshines

I get you drunk off my drink, like that champagne wine

As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless

If shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest

Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest

Hard on records, but really pussy – check it

I do this for me, and not the paper, strictly a hundred percent

[Chorus: Skillz sample, Starang Wonduh sample]

"'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams

See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"

[Verse 2]

It started way before "Super Rhymes"

Peace to Mom Dukes for enduring hard times

God bless all the victims of my past life crimes

I do this for the ghetto youth, living like Good Times

Flipping rhymes saved me from the obvious traps

In '97, studio hustlers push crack on wax

And breaking backs, but faking jacks

If it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust caps

So, destroy your people and collect huge stacks

Fat Ac's, and Platinum plaques

Come bring it back, rewind it, that old gangster bullshit

Got the youth running around criminal minded

Not a player hater, just don't chase the paper

Got a little deal, so some heads caught the vapors

So stupid motherfuckers, throw your guns in the air

To all my niggas who ain't make it past their 19th year

I do it for me, and not the paper

Strictly a hundred percent, nah mean?

[Chorus: Skillz sample, Starang Wonduh sample]

"'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams

See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"

[Verse 3]

Sinister plots, every week, "Who got shot?"

Spots like the Enterprise kept the neighborhood hot

Niggas bugging out, so some receive toe tags

Resting up North with fags, or sporting shit bags

When I think back, it's so sad

All the niggas I had, who'd ever figure that it'd get so bad?

So I retreat with a pen and a pad

Hide your chain when you're ridin' the train

Fuck writing rhymes about automatic weapons

I'd rather steer the youth in the right direction

Drop a bomb, destroy the 10 percent section

Little girls already sexing

Hard rock shorties is flexing

But I stick to my lessons, no stress

'Cause if shit was real, Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest

Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest

Hard on records, but really pussy – check it

I do this for me, and not the paper

Strictly a hundred percent, know what I'm saying?

[Chorus: Skillz sample, Starang Wonduh sample]

"'Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me and my dreams

See what I mean, Black?" "I gets the paper"