[Intro]

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[Verse]

Dog-ass nigga with a bone to pick

This shit right here above your pay, we talkin' ownership

Before I leave that house, I kiss my wife and hug my kids

And then I climb in that two-seater like a jungle gym

Of course, the love ain't real these days, it seem like nothin' is

I'm at my last straw, they keep on pullin' sucker shit

When I walk in the bank, they call me by my governments

I'm addicted to this paper, ain't no supplements

Move our mamas out the hood is really all we wanted

I'm watchin' what they did to Dolph and that shit hard to stomach

I hate it had to be my dog, I wish he saw it comin'

Soon as the top get within reach, they try to keep us from it

They done woke the sleeping giant, I'm more focused than I ever been

All my people crooks, I don't know any good Samaritans

I can't find the line between my confidence and arrogance

The only thing I'm better at than hustlin' is parrotin'

My granddaddy died in his sleep

Been an addict all my life, he meant everything to me

In the school of hard knocks, no extra credit in the streets

And if you and me ain't rockin', think it's better we don't speak, uh, yeah

I have trouble learnin' names and I can't remember faces

But I never forget anyone that ever tried to play me

It's fuck you forever and forever ain't long enough

Even if I get arthritis, I'm gon' always hold a grudge

Ain't no second chances, and, nah, ain't no patchin' up

I'm not 'bout to argue with you, fuck that back and forth

My agenda same as yesterday, pig out, bring the bacon home

I'm gon' take the scenic route, you might think it take too long

Concert in the trenches, they can't wait 'til I return

I could fill a Harry Potter book with all the shit I learned

How you run with all them snakes? Call you Lord Voldemort

Mr. Trip the yardman, I pulled a blower out my shorts, word to Pif

Let's get active, baby

A pine box is what a nigga get for hesitatin'

All this cake I'm countin' up, it got my belly achin'

Say I made it out alive, but I barely made it

I been ballin' overtime and through regulation

Them Vlad interviews lookin' like interrogations

Word to Flippa, you been on my conscience heavy lately

Word to Pif, now every song I make's a dedication, yeah

[Outro]

Dedication

Word to Pif, now every song I make's a dedication, yeah

Long live Paper Route Frank

Long live Pif

(Zack Feezy)