Only focused on the paper, there's not a hoe I'm gonna chase
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
Shh, shh
I'm gonna bring the whole gang up
I'm gonna bring the whole gang with me, and we gon be counting that paper
Just take action now, don't say you'll do it later
Two swords on my back, no cap, I'm feeling like a raider
Gotta get everything straight, gotta get mama right
I stay up grinding too late in the night
Mama be worried I'm not coming home
Make her a promise that I'll be alright
Bitches be tweaking, keep blowing my phone, I'm starting to think that they don't got a life
Don't got the racks on me but I see a car that I think I would like
Every day I find another way to get this paper and it shows
Haters gon stay at the bottom while I am too busy just smoking and counting my dough
Light up whenever I'm feeling some pain just passing a blunt with all of my bros
One thing I know is I'm not giving up, I'mma steady keep grinding and that shit fasho
No regret for what I did, I made it happen
I went through all of the struggle and all of the pain so my family can live lavish
Playing with sticks like magic
I see the bag, Ima get it and grab it
Walk in the chrome store, not checking no tags if I see something that I like I gotta have it
Without me, I swear you would be nothing
We pulling up with sticks and drums but this ain't no percussion
We used to be inseparable, I wonder where the love went
Now I found another hoe and left you there with nothing
Stacking up all this dough, it's getting hella tall, almost to where I can't breathe
I've been through pain and hardship, I've been through some shit that you would not believe
Walk around fly, I'm not giving no f*cks, I got Prada and chrome on my sleeve
Only focused on the paper, there's not a hoe I'm gonna chase
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
Choppa G Official - Recollection Lyrics
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Only focused on the paper, there's not a hoe I'm gonna chase
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
Shh, shh
I'm gonna bring the whole gang up
I'm gonna bring the whole gang with me, and we gon be counting that paper
Just take action now, don't say you'll do it later
Two swords on my back, no cap, I'm feeling like a raider
Gotta get everything straight, gotta get mama right
I stay up grinding too late in the night
Mama be worried I'm not coming home
Make her a promise that I'll be alright
Bitches be tweaking, keep blowing my phone, I'm starting to think that they don't got a life
Don't got the racks on me but I see a car that I think I would like
Every day I find another way to get this paper and it shows
Haters gon stay at the bottom while I am too busy just smoking and counting my dough
Light up whenever I'm feeling some pain just passing a blunt with all of my bros
One thing I know is I'm not giving up, I'mma steady keep grinding and that shit fasho
No regret for what I did, I made it happen
I went through all of the struggle and all of the pain so my family can live lavish
Playing with sticks like magic
I see the bag, Ima get it and grab it
Walk in the chrome store, not checking no tags if I see something that I like I gotta have it
Without me, I swear you would be nothing
We pulling up with sticks and drums but this ain't no percussion
We used to be inseparable, I wonder where the love went
Now I found another hoe and left you there with nothing
Stacking up all this dough, it's getting hella tall, almost to where I can't breathe
I've been through pain and hardship, I've been through some shit that you would not believe
Walk around fly, I'm not giving no f*cks, I got Prada and chrome on my sleeve
Only focused on the paper, there's not a hoe I'm gonna chase
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
Shh, shh
I'm gonna bring the whole gang up
I'm gonna bring the whole gang with me, and we gon be counting that paper
Just take action now, don't say you'll do it later
Two swords on my back, no cap, I'm feeling like a raider
Gotta get everything straight, gotta get mama right
I stay up grinding too late in the night
Mama be worried I'm not coming home
Make her a promise that I'll be alright
Bitches be tweaking, keep blowing my phone, I'm starting to think that they don't got a life
Don't got the racks on me but I see a car that I think I would like
Every day I find another way to get this paper and it shows
Haters gon stay at the bottom while I am too busy just smoking and counting my dough
Light up whenever I'm feeling some pain just passing a blunt with all of my bros
One thing I know is I'm not giving up, I'mma steady keep grinding and that shit fasho
No regret for what I did, I made it happen
I went through all of the struggle and all of the pain so my family can live lavish
Playing with sticks like magic
I see the bag, Ima get it and grab it
Walk in the chrome store, not checking no tags if I see something that I like I gotta have it
Without me, I swear you would be nothing
We pulling up with sticks and drums but this ain't no percussion
We used to be inseparable, I wonder where the love went
Now I found another hoe and left you there with nothing
Stacking up all this dough, it's getting hella tall, almost to where I can't breathe
I've been through pain and hardship, I've been through some shit that you would not believe
Walk around fly, I'm not giving no f*cks, I got Prada and chrome on my sleeve
Only focused on the paper, there's not a hoe I'm gonna chase
When we start shooting, you gonna hit the floor
Bitch, I dipped and did the race
Dropped 150 at the store, put 200 on my face
Always looking up to my pops, I know he's with me, saying that I'm gonna be great
Writer: Gibson Kalvser
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