Facts

Yeah, it's Dolph
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 P.R.E., Paper Route Empire
 Aye!
 I heard my dawg got cancer, said I prayed for Boosie (amen)
 I can't wait 'til my boy come home, free my nigga Gucci (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 (ay)
 Spend all this fucking money on ice like I'm crazy, nigga (Stunna Man)
 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 motherfucker, 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 (for real)
 All these fucking chains on like I'm Slick Rick
 I feel like Master P 'cause ain't nobody gave me shit (no)
 Rozay told me, "Young nigga, make sure you get your paper" (boss)
 If we ain't beefin' bout no skrilla, then I see you later (skrrt)
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 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 (cookies)
 When I'm in the Bay, I'm only smokin' on gelato (strong)
 When I'm in the A, I'm flexin' hard, might go tomorrow (turn up)
 Smellin' like a pound of weed, we just walked in Wells Fargo (it's Dolph)
 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!
 Ayy, you already know what's up with me, man
 We run shit
 Paper Route Business
 Daddy-O, what's poppin'?
 I do what I want with this shit
 Smoke one
 Nobody gave me shit, man
 You feel me?
 You dig?
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 
 Yeah, it's Dolph
 ♪
 P.R.E., Paper Route Empire
 Aye!
 I heard my dawg got cancer, said I prayed for Boosie (amen)
 I can't wait 'til my boy come home, free my nigga Gucci (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 (ay)
 Spend all this fucking money on ice like I'm crazy, nigga (Stunna Man)
 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 motherfucker, 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 (for real)
 All these fucking chains on like I'm Slick Rick
 I feel like Master P 'cause ain't nobody gave me shit (no)
 Rozay told me, "Young nigga, make sure you get your paper" (boss)
 If we ain't beefin' bout no skrilla, then I see you later (skrrt)
 ♪
 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 (cookies)
 When I'm in the Bay, I'm only smokin' on gelato (strong)
 When I'm in the A, I'm flexin' hard, might go tomorrow (turn up)
 Smellin' like a pound of weed, we just walked in Wells Fargo (it's Dolph)
 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!
 Ayy, you already know what's up with me, man
 We run shit
 Paper Route Business
 Daddy-O, what's poppin'?
 I do what I want with this shit
 Smoke one
 Nobody gave me shit, man
 You feel me?
 You dig?
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah