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Robert Gill
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Gill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
REASON
Producer
Lyrics
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
Big slice, for my dawgs cut a favor
Wrist bright, I wave off shootin' lasers
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
I came from the lowest lows
She don't pull up with no friends, she can't fuck with Reas'
Hit it down to 110 in the summer breeze
Feel like Dr. Evil got a bunch of mini-mes
Couple holes in the back 'cause I'm one of them
But I was broke, ****, I ain't had none of these
Couple L's on the way, I ain't tripped, ****
Take a loss, same way I take a win, ****
Couple years ago, I was barely making ends
In the form from a bucket, that's a win, on ten
Real thorough ****, I don't break no bend
Slide up, break bread with the can
I put my people first
Can't take nobody to the dirt with me
On site, I need all my paper
I ain't finished with my dogs and my neighbors
I'm empathetic, we done all went through phases
Flaws, but I'm patient, long as this gang shit
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
Big slice, for my dawgs cut a favor
Wrist bright, I wave off shootin' lasers
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
I came from the lowest lows
She don't pull up with no friends, she can't fuck with Reas'
On site, big slice
Whenever night I had to sit tight, yeah
I built back up and got my shit right
Cut the snakes out my circle 'til it fit right
Lot of love 'round the way, fuck the hate
'Cause it come with those new form on the way
Suicide on the doors
I was on the grind for some years
Took me several nos
Could've shitted on them after wins, but I never chose
What's the point of finding love when you lost, ****?
Yeah, you made it, but you had to double-cross ****
Nobody know the real you, what that cost, ****
Cut the circle off, couple **** done
Stick a fork in them, non-existent
Ain't no need to go to war with them
I been focused on that chili, getting more digits
Touching dead white men like a mortician
I need more ****
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
Big slice, for my dawgs cut a favor
Wrist bright, I wave off shootin' lasers
On site, I need all my paper
Think twice, only got my savior
I came from the lowest lows
Written by: Robert Gill