Paradise lyrics

[Verse 1: Perry Maysun, COLDKiDCLUB, Young Wabo]
Must follow your sh*t and don't appease to no one
f*ck the gold and f*ck the diamonds
No one chosen
The undergrounds arosen
Sick of the f*cking cloning
The plug called in, he got the omnipotent
n*ggas really pipe thumbs like we really coded
Watch who these n*ggas really rolling with
Watch how these n*ggas really rolling with that
I was bumping metal fingers
Smoking socket wrenches
I was rolling blunts inside the lil detention
I don't got another name that you should mention
Perry Maysun, motherf*cker, told her run the pension
Danish white b*tch on my side like Lederhosen
Know who you're speaking to: It's Wabo, n*gga
You ain't got the requirements
Shorty tryna bless me, I guess I'm the testament
Uh, bumping Pharrel Happy on a sad day
Brain stuck in a gel, I guess I'm locked in my bad ways
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
I was popping pills in the kitchen on a Saturday
Black and gold soul, like light and day
Highway to heaven, took the light away
Do you know what it means to sacrifice?
Soul on the game like a paradise
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, b*tch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope sh*t
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid

[Verse 2: Young Wabo]
b*tching, crying
Begging for sh*t but they auto
Locking back in
Living, I'm winning tomorrow
Fake blue [?]
[?]
What they seeking
[?]
But it feel the same lately
Patient like I'm Wabo
I remember days I didn't wanna wait tomorrow
Whipping in a range
Swear to God I'm feeling psycho
Need the finer things
[?]
[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, b*tch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope sh*t
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid

[Verse 3: Young Wabo]
Staying with it
[?]
I been on this sh*t
Been smoking on some [?]
[?] got me geeking
[?]
Took your b*tch and told her
[?]
Ever since a youngin, I been know I'm chosen
Competition fast, but you know it's ghosting
[?]
[?]

[Chorus: Perry Maysun]
You been speaking broke, b*tch
I don't speak the language
I been doing dope sh*t
Honestly amazing
Beauty in the struggle
But I'm making changes
Letter to the banking
She gone, full of acid
[Verse 4: Perry Maysun, Young Wabo]
I been off to get money from my BMI
I don't have to see your teeth to see you f*cking lie
n*ggas always do the most, and the least, n*gga
Italian backhand like a peach, n*gga
Me and Wabo on the beat like Charm and Cheecho
Nice to meet y'all
Took a trip to Puerto Rico
Tryna be rich
Doing shots like a f*cking free throw
In a year, though, the verse gon' be worth a kilo
I'ma make sh*t go boom like some damn C4
C-O-V-I-D, back up
I don't know you, n*gga
Back up
n*ggas need to know the f*cking truth, n*gga
It's Judge Wabo in the booth, n*gga
Constantly been fighting summer in these winter booths
Chipped a tooth dancing in the rain
Off a 5th of [?]
Call my boo
Eyes draw blue when I heard the news
I was f*cking her but she was f*cking with somebody too
Pops too late on the beat
Like the great thinker
Highway to heaven
No safety, like both blinkers
Lugging in the blunt like a iceberg
Might sink ya
Was walking home when Wabo told me keep my chin up
When it comes to the game of life, are you a stink-meaner?
Double park that b*tch
Give a f*ck about a stupid meter