Paper Route

You talk the streets It don’t feel the same Y’all wasn’t dealing cane You Say you a thug But you won’t kill a thang I'm stubborn with this strap I’m quick to air it out I’ll Push a 100 through that Mack In my younger days stunting in that lac Big Sipper rarely puffin on the grass School of hard knocks Yall wasn’t in my class I came up the gutter way Bread and butter days Now it’s guns and butter Mother fucker I picked up on the game Now watch me weigh it out Yeah My family and money I don’t play about I’ll lay you out If you want me on the joint You better pay me out I’ll have you thinking we the cops The way we hit your spot and raid it out Bitch I’m the greatest out Put some respect on my name Gold Dayton’s The reflections insane I got my change up But I’m still repping my gang I’m the last of dying breed Shit all that flexing is lame You thinkin' you on top Shit will drastically change I heard your dame Get it cracking with brains My gorillas come equipt Bananas slapped in a K One shot and pull your wig back Now you missing half of your brain Life’s is great dawg We made out This for my dawgs who got life and won’t Make it out This for my dawgs in the zone staking out Before they take the house This for my dawgs who said f*ck 9 to 5 And they weigh it out We elevated and they hate it now I Hit the city whip the latest out Follow my lead This the paper route I Kept it real never chased the clout Bitch how you like me now yeah Where your connections at If I need it hit my Texas fam My lil cuz pulled the 911 off the lot From stretching packs I’m well respected I’m just stretching back I’m Debo to these pussies Bitch Where your necklace at 1st pick when it’s best to last This is teaching in its highest form Let me address the class And Why that bitch getting dressed If I’m just testing ass Yeah They Nosey bout the checks I cash I’m self made Independent Enterprising Bitch check the math You say your shit is real don’t make me check the tags If you say it’s filled with cash I might be Tempted to wave the Wesson And check the bag This shit for Nipsey Wave the checkered flag I’m looking wavy in some checkered vans OBG on my tee I gotta rep the fam And Count your blessings if you testing Dan Before my mans get you rug wrapped And thrown in the back of a fucking van Life’s is great dawg We made out This for my dawgs who got life and won’t Make it out This for my dawgs in the zone staking out Before they take the house This for my dawgs who said f*ck 9 to 5 And they weigh it out We elevated and they hate it now I Hit the city whip the latest out Follow my lead This the paper route I Kept it real never chased the clout Bitch how you like me now yeah