Starlito - Paper, rock, scissors lyrics

Aye Craig I ain't going first next time Paper, rock, scissors Step brothers Last time I checked, I deposit it Teller tell you that it's obvious That I'm getting lot's of it I'm bossed up I swear it cost so much that's why it cost to even talk to us (yea) Make sure you get your offer up Anything I do, I do it all for of us Got a family that's depending on me I'm gambling or I'm spending some of it All my n***as stay in to something Got a short fuse that extended on me Still sleeping on us You're in a coma Don't believe me Just wait a moment My brain cells got paper on them This 40 Glock got a laser on it Gun you down, spray you up Balling out, not laying up Thumb it through, with no paper cuts If your money talk, it ain't saying much My momma thinks I'm a loss cause Fully automatic, f** a guard dog I rock G-shock, no Audemar but I'm still flashy as a cop car In the gra** like a lawn dwarf Star, I got ya back like a lumbar Okay, pour a deuce Pop 1 bar, I'm gone but I ain't going far My driver need to be designated She give me brain Free education They pa** me bills with no legislation Going back to Cali My weed medicated Keep asking me like everyday Wa**up with that stepbrothers They either respect it or love it Now we do it for the check of it Woke up and said f** it Bout to open up my next budget Now watch how our checks double A n***a got drive like a lex bubble f** you, pay up no discussion Ride through the city with a toaster oven Rob the game like it owe me something Bruh, I'm going in keep the motor running My b**h blowing like Etta James In my truck I got mary jane Feeling lucky no horseshoe but I run this sh** like Edgerrin James Neva changed, go figure My brother faded like old pictures We are not the same see the big difference is you're Softer than a roll of tissue I know these rappers so frightened cause we handle bars like bicycle I had to bring them so nice with it that my ink pen drip ice sickles As soon as I finish rolling up this blunt, I'll get right with you So accurate with the heat, I feel like Mike Miller The fn my lil light pistol shoot chopper bullets look like missiles And more money and more white b**hes that follow order I'm high Hitler Eastside guerrilla I throw it up like a coin liquor My money tall but I'm a short n***a Got so much game I need a sports ticker Of course n***a we k**ing this sh** Call the mortician we still in this b**h As real as it gets I been dealing with splits no divorce n***a Grind hard no choice n***a I'm a underdog no forfeiting Just me her and no intermission She catch more kids than an orphanage Live everyday like it's 420 I'm disoriented like the orientals Had the cookies in the plastic no fortunes in it No chorus but it's going on like 4 minutes f** it, Trip go and end it Bout my commas like a run on sentence I know I'm a trip no pun intended Life's a b**h, you keep playing with it till me and d**h come pay a visit And my bullets are like jury duty, in other words anyone can get it I slap your b**h with my magic stick and treat that b**h like a sack of sh** Dry your eyes, it's a crying shame but I ball harder than catchers mitt I'm sitting phat your majesty I'm getting blowed like allergies I grind hard no acid grease I'm flipping pounds like balance beams Notch!