Paper Trail (feat. Benny The Butcher)

I come to you with a look of desperation with healed scratches on my face
With a million shattered dreams and empty aluminum foil plates
And I got all my pride and passion
And I exist in the shadows created by streetlights and the lineage of Nefertiti
In a place where my artwork's graffiti and my music is noise
I’m just, I’m just tryna make a way out of nowhere
I’m, I’m starting to feel some warmth coming from the streetlight
'Cause this is very much love too and, right now, this is very much my life
This is very much my center stage
Shit, this is all I know if anything (uh, yeah)
So I, eternally exist under these streetlights
You know how we do this shit
Griselda (yo)
Trust (yo)

Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell
That type of money, don't leave a paper trail
I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal
This type of money don't leave a paper trail

Ayo, ayo, while y'all hit the stores up, I'm getting my scores up
I just got funding for a business in Florida
My man said he broke, I'm 'bout to send him a quarter
Got a list of niggas that owe in alphabetical order
I see him once a week to collect, so we don't speak for days
Be the connect and you grow to be who the people praise
We was blessed from illegal ways
Each day, I'm putting dog food in the streets like I'm feeding strays
All came from the same gravel
But the difference is I played with cocaine, y'all played Scrabble
Love was deep, it became shallow
It's jealousy in your brain, that's something that I can't battle
Now it's sitting in your heart, you let that hate travel
Like I ain't have you making money when I ain't have to
Niggas lucky that I ain't blast you
But I'ma kill 'em with success like fuck it, just drive the Wraith past you
I feel like death nearing close
Careful looking over my shoulder like the rearview mirror broke
I'm the provider of the purest dope
Come and try it, you'll be high as a bad driver insurance quote
I got it all from Pyrex glasses
I'm at the finish line, about to high step past it
It's big diamonds on my neck flashing
Real bright, at night, I could hop out and direct traffic, bastard

Uh, this for my hustlers getting money, shaking corners who got weight for sale
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
I told the plug I take 'em sealed, so the dogs can't taste or smell
That type of money, don't leave a paper trail
I told my bitch to count that bag but she ain't worried if she break a nail
Get that money, don't leave a paper trail
And we do 80 through the city in them coupes like we race forreal
This type of money don't leave a paper trail

You can feel it 'cause it's more than music
I started off the underdog, then I started proving
I went harder when they thought I was stupid
I got smarter, I learned about coke and water and all of its uses
I don't get caught up in all them excuses, plausible rumors
My name being brought up in multiple shootings
A double-cross is the ultimate screw-ya
Mob shit, 'cause we don't squash shit 'til we get the heart of the shooter
You put the pain then you should be respected
That's where you eat protected, 'cause that's the only way the streets accept it
They say it happen when you least expect it
We did that time and didn't fold, we bit our tongues when we seen detectives
The yams fluff, I let you keep the extras
The bands come, I stick to white like Danny Glover in Lethal Weapon
I'm on the road, GPSing, tryna read directions
Make it home, then I cut a whole one up into equal sections
My other bitch hate to be neglected
She want it, I text: I'm coming and the bitch know to delete the message
Ask your pops, in the streets we legends
We all yay pumpers, Floyd May' numbers, undefeated records
Let's go!