Yeah, it's Dolph P.R.E., Paper Route the Empire Ayee!
I heard my dawg got cancer, said I prayed for Boosie I can't wait 'till my boy come home, free my nigga Gucci I took one for the team and blew us up like Weezy (Tunechi!) Made a half a milli in the trenches bumpin' Jeezy A million dollars worth of cars, feel like I'm Baby, nigga Spend all this fucking money on ice like I'm crazy, nigga I just left San Francisco, smokin' flavors with Berner Still a work a bitch like I'm Ike Turner My city is to me like Toronto is to Drake Shout-out to Meek just cause I love to see young niggas get cake Just ask around this muthafucka, I'm the Jigg in my city I'm not sayin' they not good, I'm just sayin' I'm the realest
Facts Yeah, young nigga blessed I feel like every day god put me through a test Since I was 17, I ain't been able to get no rest Bill time comin' up and guess who pay the rent
Damn, man, I miss my grandma and my Uncle Vick All these fucking chains on like I'm Slick Rick I feel like Master P cause ain't nobody gave me shit Rozay told me "young nigga make sure you get your paper" If we ain't beefin' bout no skrilla, then I see you later Aye, miss me with that fuck shit, man We all about paper over here, let's go!
When I'm in LA, I'm only smokin' on that platinum When I'm in the Bay, I'm only smokin' on gelato When I'm in the A, I'm flexin' hard, might go tomorrow Smellin' like a pound of weed, we just walked in Wells Fargo And I fucked the manager last night and she swallowed One thang bout me, I'm gon' stay fresh as fuck wherever I go Two thangs bout me, them hoes always go wherever I go (It's Dolph!)
Facts Yeah, young nigga blessed I feel like every day god put me through a test Since I was 17, I ain't been able to get no rest Bill time comin' up and guess who pay the rent, uh!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
