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 fuck 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 fuck 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



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Cano
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