I'm paper chasing on a guddha mission I'm tryna stay on the unders like the masons kill n rob infatraters leave no tracings no prints on them empty shell casings alotta shell casings on a mission to exterminate the fakes by all means paper hateing whatever it takes to end ur breaks body parts gone end floating in the lakes watch that nigga next to you jealousy will turn him into a snake too much money in the streets to be make while a sucka nigga wana put his time into hate funny ass nigga if you can't hustle go grab a rake and I suggest you study all your mistakes I'm paper chaseing on a gudda mission I'm paper chasing on a gudda mission east side wet town knightmare on the rise it dont matter wat type of bullet or size leave you dead or paralyze wen it come out the barrel red blue orange flame burning holes thrue ur layers of skin I'm in the game cause I'm hard to obtain on all ten tryna shyne like a gem write my rhymes wit my blood never use a pen a real nigga from the streets never settle for defeat kill any body tryna compete make you sucka nigas retreat im paper chasing on a gudda mission this paper movement sharper than a double blade knife now pay attention life is trife cut you from ear to ear crockadile tears show no fear