Paradise

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts] Two niggas can't fit no casket, nah So (?) ask this like he'll ask how I'm some self-centered bastard I need a meal momma I need a meal, and that shit don't fit on a platter So I need a deal or I'mma rob and kill for the bread, leave a nigga's brains plastered Like none of that shit matter I gotta get this money right, I gotta get this cake up I'm tryna cop these brand new Nikes, I'm tryna get my hair cut Fuck nigga be aware of us, the bitch nigga predators Treat a nigga like a ho, backhand like Roger Federer Smokin' dope in the '87 Regal, niggas out trappin' like it's legal Plottin' on C notes So many shots I'm callin', keys lookin' like piles of pollen And nigga took a loss now, back to baller (?) A nigga been chillin' with Spalding often I bet my Ex wish (?) answered my calls then Cause now we can fuck and we ain't even together Say suck my dick and hoes think that's clever Cause a nigga the man and bitches see this cheddar She says (?) better, I say you can't do better Cause you let me fuck the first time that I met her On the road to the gold, I'mma do it nigga Don't flush that toilet, I got shit to prove nigga [Hook: Joey Fatts] I've been strugglin' all my life, I've been hustlin' all my life (?) scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise I've been strugglin' all my life, I've been hustlin' all my life (?) scufflin' all my life, nigga welcome to paradise But I love this shit, but I love this shit If it wasn't for this I wouldn't be shit, boy nigga love this shit Boy I love this shit, late night drummin' shit If it wasn't for this I wouldn't be shit, boy nigga love this shit [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] Bullets rang out Mommie, daddy, and my cousins all livin' in the same house They ain't tryna make a killin', they just tryna make a livin' Why I see them one day in prison, uh Fears of the (?) of being deported Pray for our dinner (?), straight out of the gutter we started (?) drill zone Little less (?) meal with the kill phone Real niggas in the field fair, catching bodies in some big wheels (?) make me feel lil Homicide through the windshield Lil blood on the pavement in a big deal (?) and the Devil's watchin' Momma bitchin' but the bricks flockin' My pocket's hurtin' but there's (?) knots in it So I'mma sell these O's until they give my ass a better option On the block with the same killers, drop a opp with the same killers (?) pop with the same killers, mix the 8 with the pain killers They got the feelin's cause they can't kill us In the middle of pots pissed and shots missed Caught one but I dropped six Three figures down, (?) tied with the lock-wrist Cut throat gang, not a nigga breathing gonna stop this [Hook: Joey Fatts] [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] What would I be without this Mary Jane? Well, without this Mary Jane Diamonds all in this damn rain Just bought this brand new chain Who told ya'll money don't grow on trees? Well I made a livin' off sellin' peas On the interstate, tryna get the cake Everyday I'm chasin' these felonies I've been strugglin' all my life just to live in paradise Took a gamble like a pair of dice, get it? pair of dice Couldn't find a job so I hustled hard for these pair of Nikes Made some bad decisions, never had no one (?) share advice Came a long way from the nigga gettin' fronted to the nigga fronting all the work in the streets Tired of being broke, nothin' worser than me Used to cop from a man now he workin' for me I used to sleep on the floors, now my house got nine rooms in it I've been hustlin' all my life, now the competition can't beat my ticket [Hook: Joey Fatts]