Papers

Yosh! Showboy!

Welcome to the greenest, this the meanest, choke you out

I got smoke, yeah, I got jokes, yeah, I just coughed a couple pounds

This too loud, you're in my crowd, and I dare not to turn it down

I be that pusher man that push a plant and chop it to the ground

I trim that shit, I weigh that shit, and add to my collection

I got strains that stay for days inside your blood and my selection

Heard you run your lips and talking shit, here to take your questions

'Bout my vapors? You want smoke, I got papers

You want smoke, I got papers

Papers

I welcome everybody, every challenger and heavy hitter

Heavy twister, heavy spitter, if you want it, come and get it

This a diss to all you disappointing dicks, enjoy your dinner

This your last meal, I'm half-real, half up in the air

You are children, fuck the pilgrims, I have come to smoke them out

I have come to take your scalp, if you even have a doubt

Getting caught up in the vapors? Please just hear me out

You want smoke, I got papers

You want smoke, I got papers

Papers

Yosh! Showboy!