Got to work for that paper

Yeah…

Turn that bass up.

Ain’t no handouts in this motherfucker.

If you want it—GO GET IT.

I woke up broke, said, “Fuck that, not today,”

Got a dollar in my pocket, still I’m finding me a way.

Ain’t nobody paid my bills, ain’t nobody fed the dream,

Had to hustle through the bullshit, had to build my own team.

Motherfuckers talk big, but their pockets looking thin,

I’m too busy chasing paper just to worry about them.

Every loss taught a lesson, every scar made me strong,

Now I’m putting pressure on the game like I been here all along.

Fuck a fake friend, fuck a snake with a grin,

If you weren’t there when I struggled, don’t be there when I win.

I remember cold nights when the cupboards stayed bare,

Now I’m chasing every dollar like tomorrow ain’t there.

Get paid! Get paid! That’s the motherfucking mission,

Turn the pain into profit, turn the struggle into vision.

Get paid! Get paid! Let the whole damn world know,

I came up from the bottom, now I’m ready for the throne.

I don’t need a damn handout, I need opportunity,

Build something for myself, put that shit in my community.

Money ain’t everything, but being broke ain’t fun,

So I’m working every day till the fucking job gets done.

They can hate, they can talk, they can run their damn mouth,

I’m still stacking my chips while they’re sitting on the couch.

No fake flex, no bullshit, everything earned,

Every dollar got a story, every lesson got me burned.

I’ve been counted out, motherfucker, more than once,

Now I’m coming back hungry with a whole lot of punch.

Ain’t stopping for nobody, I got something to prove—

When the world says “quit,” I say, “Fuck you, watch me move.”

Paper or nothing.

Work or nothing.

Dream or nothing.

Motherfucker, I’m getting mine.

GET PAID.