It's Paper lyrics

con, con herre, reppin one the microphone paperboys here, reppin one the microphone double A coming through, we were slightly gone critical, vegabond keep it tight for y'all (Vinni) yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this so focus, i don't wanna die with the dopeness i lie staring at the sky by the pochers buenas noches, see the pies that approach us stockbrokes knocking cockroaches we dot the posters, the top postmokers leaving the beer coz i ain't leaving this chair