Lyrics
[Verse 1]
They keep throwin' dirt on my name
Try to get in my head, make me change
But I know what I'm fightin' for
Got scars, still I want more
I seen fake love in a clean fit
Seen closed doors and a mean grin
They want me broke, want me low
Want my hands off the wheel, won't go
I been through pressure, I been through pain
Still I move like I feel no chain
They talk slick, I don't respond
I just stay locked in, then I'm gone
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't fold, I don't bend
I just stack it up again
Every test, every day
Turn the hate into a plate
[Chorus]
Paper first, paper first
I keep my mind on the purse
Paper first, paper first
I came too far to rehearse
They can talk, let 'em talk
I'ma walk what I thought
Paper first, paper first
That's the code, that's the law
[Verse 2]
Niggas mad 'cause I don't chase
Too much pride in my face
One phone call, one wrong look
Now they all act shook
They see a woman by my side
Then they think they know my life
But I don't care who wanted what
I'm just built to get to the bucks
I was down when the room got cold
Now I grin when the checks unfold
Hungry still, never full
I don't move like a fool
[Pre-Chorus]
I don't fold, I don't bend
I just stack it up again
Every test, every day
Turn the hate into a plate
[Chorus]
Paper first, paper first
I keep my mind on the purse
Paper first, paper first
I came too far to rehearse
They can talk, let 'em talk
I'ma walk what I thought
Paper first, paper first
That's the code, that's the law
[Bridge]
Try to get under my skin
I remember why I live
I remember who I was
I remember what this was
One deep breath, then I win
No noise gets under my skin
I been built for the long road
Watch me turn it into gold
[Chorus]
Paper first, paper first
I keep my mind on the purse
Paper first, paper first
I came too far to rehearse
They can talk, let 'em talk
I'ma walk what I thought
Paper first, paper first
That's the code, that's the law
Details
GeneratedJul 6, 2026
Duration3:20
LanguageEnglish
Style
Trap hip hop with a dark half-time bounce, sliding 808s, sharp hats, and a stern low-register male vocal; verse rides sparse piano stabs and dry snaps, pre-chorus tightens with rising synth tension, chorus hits with stacked doubles and a chanty hook; add reversed sweeps into the hook, short delay throws on the last word, and a warped vocal chop between sections; mix is cold, punchy, and sub-heavy, rap, deep, hip hop, male vocals
Credits
Prompt byYungD
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
rap,trap, hip hop,deep male voice, they try to get under your skin but keep remembering what you fighting for, niggas don’t like me because they hoe wanted some dick,the only thing I want is the paper
