I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Mind on a million with a hundred dollar budget
Gotta get it out of nothing
Goin harder than concussion
Take a pack and make it tumble
Run it back I don't fumble
If a nigga say my name then we get in to a scuffle
Damon Wayans Major Payne on a sucka
Word play got a nigga spittin Ruzzle
If I make it rain hoe get to clappin like the thunder
Like parade on the block in the summer
Ya'll some bitch made niggas like Jawana
Steady blowin chronic wit patnas
C.R.E.A.M is the alma mater
Always seeking knowledge
Before I had to lead had to learn how to follow
Fresco got me draped up in designer
People ask me where you find it
So I tell em I design it
Got me styling so I put you on
Got em in my grill like George Foreman
Cause I aint frontin what I aint doin
I cant front shit if it aint movin
Even as a youngin I was straight coolin
People used to hate now they look foolish
Coming harder than a tank plus 8 nukes
Made one call and they came through
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Light another blunt just to get my mind right
Had to realize who I am
Been the man
F*ck you sayin
Peanut Butter smooth in a jam
Stay solid wont bend
F*ck a friend
When the whole fam flyin
I'm high as my pilot
Let's go
I put the rap game in a yolk
Aint Rocko but UENO
Made the slang that ya'll quote
Put the real shit in the open
So broke that my broke was broken
Tell me how you feel that
First time I tried to fly a nigga fell face flat
I aint flyin now I got good flaps
Bass in the trunk make the hood slap
Wood dash
Good dash
Pull up
Big Bags
Through the traffic
Puff and Pass it
Windows cracked
Hoes in the back
In my lap
6 for 2 What's up
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Hugh Jefe - Rock Paper Scissors Lyrics
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I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Mind on a million with a hundred dollar budget
Gotta get it out of nothing
Goin harder than concussion
Take a pack and make it tumble
Run it back I don't fumble
If a nigga say my name then we get in to a scuffle
Damon Wayans Major Payne on a sucka
Word play got a nigga spittin Ruzzle
If I make it rain hoe get to clappin like the thunder
Like parade on the block in the summer
Ya'll some bitch made niggas like Jawana
Steady blowin chronic wit patnas
C.R.E.A.M is the alma mater
Always seeking knowledge
Before I had to lead had to learn how to follow
Fresco got me draped up in designer
People ask me where you find it
So I tell em I design it
Got me styling so I put you on
Got em in my grill like George Foreman
Cause I aint frontin what I aint doin
I cant front shit if it aint movin
Even as a youngin I was straight coolin
People used to hate now they look foolish
Coming harder than a tank plus 8 nukes
Made one call and they came through
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Light another blunt just to get my mind right
Had to realize who I am
Been the man
F*ck you sayin
Peanut Butter smooth in a jam
Stay solid wont bend
F*ck a friend
When the whole fam flyin
I'm high as my pilot
Let's go
I put the rap game in a yolk
Aint Rocko but UENO
Made the slang that ya'll quote
Put the real shit in the open
So broke that my broke was broken
Tell me how you feel that
First time I tried to fly a nigga fell face flat
I aint flyin now I got good flaps
Bass in the trunk make the hood slap
Wood dash
Good dash
Pull up
Big Bags
Through the traffic
Puff and Pass it
Windows cracked
Hoes in the back
In my lap
6 for 2 What's up
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Mind on a million with a hundred dollar budget
Gotta get it out of nothing
Goin harder than concussion
Take a pack and make it tumble
Run it back I don't fumble
If a nigga say my name then we get in to a scuffle
Damon Wayans Major Payne on a sucka
Word play got a nigga spittin Ruzzle
If I make it rain hoe get to clappin like the thunder
Like parade on the block in the summer
Ya'll some bitch made niggas like Jawana
Steady blowin chronic wit patnas
C.R.E.A.M is the alma mater
Always seeking knowledge
Before I had to lead had to learn how to follow
Fresco got me draped up in designer
People ask me where you find it
So I tell em I design it
Got me styling so I put you on
Got em in my grill like George Foreman
Cause I aint frontin what I aint doin
I cant front shit if it aint movin
Even as a youngin I was straight coolin
People used to hate now they look foolish
Coming harder than a tank plus 8 nukes
Made one call and they came through
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Light another blunt just to get my mind right
Had to realize who I am
Been the man
F*ck you sayin
Peanut Butter smooth in a jam
Stay solid wont bend
F*ck a friend
When the whole fam flyin
I'm high as my pilot
Let's go
I put the rap game in a yolk
Aint Rocko but UENO
Made the slang that ya'll quote
Put the real shit in the open
So broke that my broke was broken
Tell me how you feel that
First time I tried to fly a nigga fell face flat
I aint flyin now I got good flaps
Bass in the trunk make the hood slap
Wood dash
Good dash
Pull up
Big Bags
Through the traffic
Puff and Pass it
Windows cracked
Hoes in the back
In my lap
6 for 2 What's up
I finally understand how paper beats rock
Gotta stack your bread during hard times
Then you cut the check with the whole squad
Take a chance and decide
This the game of life
Writer: Christopher Johnson
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