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PAPERCUTS

Vince Staples

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Vince Staples

Vocals

Paul Castelluzzo

Paul Castelluzzo

Programming

DJ Dahi

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Vince Staples

Songwriter

Paul Castelluzzo

Paul Castelluzzo

Songwriter

Dacoury Dahi Natche

Dacoury Dahi Natche

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DAHİ

Producer

Mark "Spike" Stent

Mark "Spike" Stent

Mixing Engineer

Paul Castelluzzo

Paul Castelluzzo

Producer

Matt Wolach

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Will Quinnell

Assistant Mastering Engineer

Tyler Page

Recording Engineer

Chris Gehringer

Chris Gehringer

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

They wanna know if I'm in the street

Or if I still feel a way about the enemies

If I went and died today, who'd remember me?

Just keep it real with me, I don't need no sympathy

[Verse 2]

I hate this industry

Missing sleep, been some weeks

Counting money up while they counting sheep

Used to picture me, rolling vividly

Now everything I'd dream is everything you see

[Verse 3]

Riding with the blick

Thirty shots at least

Keep it in my reach

Right up on the seat

I try to teach but then these **** think you tryna preach

And I ain't got no time for nobody out here trying me

[Verse 4]

Riding 'round the city, say wassup

Don't be playing with my money

Don't be playing with the hood

Papercuts, papercuts

Out here tryna run it up

If it ain't about bread

I don't give a fuck, aye

[Verse 5]

See me 'round the city, say wassup

Don't be playing with my money

Don't be playing with the hood

Papercuts, papercuts

Out here tryna run it up

If it ain't about bread

I don't give a fuck, nah

[Verse 6]

We don't wanna hear that bullshit, Sharif

Ain't no love, ain't no peace when you broke in these streets

And they never love you back, but you don't know until you leave

Always looking for a bag, never had the time to grieve

[Verse 7]

Hit my line but make it brief if you ain't talking dollars

Wall calls from my dogs, hope they free my patnas

Still thinking every day about the one that got away, aye

You know I'm crazy 'bout ya, right?

[Verse 8]

I want a wife, don't want no baby mama, nah

These crazy bitches try to tap your pockets, yeah

Now I ain't trippin', I'm just being honest

I love my direct deposit, yeah

[Verse 9]

Riding 'round the city, say wassup

Don't be playing with my money

Don't be playing with the hood

Papercuts, papercuts

Out here tryna run it up

If it ain't about bread

I don't give a fuck, aye

[Verse 10]

See me 'round the city, say wassup

Don't be playing with my money

Don't be playing with the hood

Papercuts, papercuts

Out here tryna run it up

If it ain't about bread

I don't give a fuck, nah

[Verse 11]

Yeah

What you waiting for?

What you waiting for?

Yeah, what you waiting for?

[Verse 12]

What you waiting for?

What you waiting for?

[Verse 13]

See me riding 'round the city, say wassup

Don't be playing with my money

Don't be playing with the hood

Papercuts, papercuts

Out here tryna run it up

If it ain't about bread

Written by: Dacoury Dahi Natche, Paul Castelluzzo, Vince Staples

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