Lyrics:
Paper Route
You don't know who you're messing with
cin't no Democrat, and by far I'm no Republican
This is the type of talk that'll probably piss
the beach
We can fuck in your Daddy's car
But don't Snapchat that
Mhm, I don't have to edit no pics to see yo' ass is fat
Mhm, let's head back
gone
Smiles you used to dance and sing around
Now were replaced by frowns
And it was up to me to solve the mystery
And get back the disc jockey
I found
along cap
There a knife in my swiss army hat
With the blade I cut the rope
(Man your secret services spy hats dope)
I radio'd for back up cars
So we
Peter was expеcting
"Ha hey there littlе man, " said grandfather
"Hop in dude, I think you gonna like it here"
And off they went
Peter didn't enjoy
I was living on the hill
By the water tower and hiking trails
And when the big one hit I'd have a seat
To watch masters abandon their dogs
the Mideast like Muslims takin' Shahada
I'm sayin makin' a profit, a product of Reaganomics
Awake and I'm stayin' conscious to radio playin garbage (yeah)
He's a regular guy
(I can't lie, girl)
I can't deny
(I can't deny neither)
You know he drives a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin'
who's who or who's the man
Was hoping that you dudes would understand
Ain't no groupies just good dudes with true fans
You need a huge band when you
blah
Saw your man in person almost fought, fought, fought
And I’m sho’ not the type to go fight for a girl
Guess ole’ dude saw the text
I was just tryna
change
In an age where the art justifies intellects
My campaign strives to re-elect the man who got struck by the bow and arrow
You're at yours to truly
on the radio (true)
But you still don't pay me no attention
Listenin to what your girlfriends mention
He's a slut, he's a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl
that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna
Bringing real rap back
[Chorus]
I'm tired of this foolishness
cll these lies, all theses fakers, all these actors
I'm offended by these ring-tone
When I’m in Miami when I’m in Atlanta
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
When I’m in New York
The radio sound like I’m in Miami
So you feel like now,
Look
Temper tantrum temptations, made it out of the basement
I knew that I made it, moment that I felt hated
I had one man in my comments saying that
Trackateering Music
Man, y'all did it with this one here, y'all
People love to use that quote
"I'm doin' it for the culture"
But what culture is that
old school with the new shit
Do a trap flow on a tape deck
I'm used to seeing motherfuckers making bullshit
Into radio hits
They get played by your
that's mine
cll the time
Pulled out a surprise
Shock in all their eyes
In a cell
Got in by mistake
clmost cost my life
How would i get a job
If ma prints
pants, you the man
Nowadays you can't tell, watch the crotch, it may swell
You needs a pap smear you need to know
If you got an STD, some little
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard and the editor
and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
to the top, taking the world of hip hop
By dropping the right words right where it's hot
Where are you now
Somewhere on your couch
Dancing by yourself
While
her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And o' Jim just got sick right there on the floor
He dropped
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