JERU THE DAMAJA - Me, Not the Paper lyrics

See what I mean black? I gets the paper")

Microphone thugs flip keys and shit

Remember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?

The mean streets raised me

I used to live dangerously

Admist crack selling armed dangerous felons

Plus murderers drug spot burglars

Niggas doing anything to acquire that paper

Live the life of crime but got saved by the rhyme

Peace to all my niggas doing time on top of time

Plus the ones gunned down in their prime

I made it this far because of divine design

Diamond chains the sun still outshines

I get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wine

As long as there's breath left, I father the fatherless

If shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chest

Don't fess, we know why you rock that vest

Hard on records, but really pussy, check it