Paper Plays lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)

[Verse]
My next stop must be outer space
Yeah, if I'm being honest with you
Yeah, I do not know what to say
Damn, I can't relate with n*ggas
Yeah, all of these n*ggas lame
Damn, I can't even f*ck with n*ggas
Why? 'Cause most of these n*ggas fake
Yeah, she know I'm fly, n*gga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, she know I'm high, n*gga
Yes, like a bird or plane
Yeah, I got her wet, n*gga
Wet like a hurricane
I just touched down on the West coast
Getting high, n*gga, smoking slurricane
I just touched down on the East coast
Eastside, n*gga, it's another day
And I gotta thank God for another day
I was fifteen, found another way
b*tch, I'm Lonely baby, f*ck what haters say
Getting money, n*gga, that's the paper way
Every day, look for paper plays
We gon' fold a n*gga up like paper planes
And they like me 'cause they say I'm rapping strange
She wan' be wifey, tell that b*tch to get away
See me on the net, I'm running up them plays
Catch me outside, bet I do the same thing
Yeah, and I'm with the gang gang
But n*gga, you know I don't gang bang
If you try me, that Glocky go bang bang
I hang with street n*ggas, we do the same thing
(I'm in this b*tch with Clayco)