PARIS lyrics

[Intro: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to.. (I flew my mama to..)

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh

[Verse 1: Shane Eagle]
Nothing is real and none of these n*ggas is realer than me
Nikki just called me, told me "f*ck all these n*ggas, just be who you destined to be"
I got the city on thousand degrees, elevate elevate, dizzy got speed
This is that level these rappers can't reach
This is that practice sh*t that you preach
Tell me some sh*t that I don't know, b*tch I like just like a photo
Came in the game on my own bro, now that I'm on we all on
I know that God got my back, I talk to God all the time
I ain't got no plan B, I put this all on the line
Look at the traction (Traction)
Look at what happened (b*tch)
Heard that these n*ggas don't sell any tickets, so how they went platinum? Yeah
I am the GOAT on the low
I keep the guns on the floor
I used to sleep all on the floor, now I hear the round of applause
So I flew myself out to Paris, now I be running the streets
I send some bread to these n*ggas, now they be actin' like leeches
n*ggas be buggin' for features, but I'm like way out of reach
You don't hear the round of applause, my n*gga just take you a seat
[Verse 2: Nasty C]
Me and these rappers ain't really friends, I don't be taking their calls
I make 'em talk to the middle man, he won't pass me their message at all
You know I got love for my real fans but I'm cursing them off of my yard
I can't be signing no autographs, I got too much kush in my garage
I don't want no attention from my neighbours, I don't wanna make friends with a cop
You get your nose wiped in a second, you call out my f*ckin' name in the dark
Washing my pinky ring in Ciroc
b*tch you can't hold my hand, hold the c*ck
Kickin' it at the top, gettin' top
Me and the gang, party on the charts
I am a pus*y man, you are a pus*y n*gga
I told the hoe "I am not a fisherman"
I say that cause the pus*y stinkin'
Made a M on my vocab, I got rich with my dictionary
Put them diamonds on twelve teeth, I require a different fairy
I despise a snitch n*gga
I'ma tell Tom to kill Jerry
Pourin' up for the dead homies, do a show at the cemetary
Let 'em diss me, I'll never hear it
He a b*tch, he ain't never scared
Call him out for the commentary
f*ck his mom if it's necessary
Do him dirty, no sanitary, Tall Racks

[Chorus: Shane Eagle]
I flew my mama to Paris, she used to stay on the street
I bought myself a new chain, it cost like 40 a piece
I haven't been home in a while, so I spent a crib on my teeth
Got money trees in the bag, I'm just gon' sow what I reap, huh huh
[Outro: Shane Eagle]
Sit the f*ck down n*gga
You don't hear the round of applause, my n*gga just take you a seat
I heard that new sh*t and it's weak
You n*ggas sound just like my niece
(Yeah, you n*ggas sound just like my niece)
Look, f*ck your feelings, this is how I'm feeling
World winding, n*ggas didn't see the vision
They pretended and now it's too late
Sickness sent around the globe, it's a tide
I watched these n*ggas switch sides
And then I watched 'em switch deals
They couldn't do it by themselves, Askin me how I feel (b*tch)