Facts

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 Jigga 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!