Paper Route

You don't know who you fucking with

Ain't no democrat, and by far I'm no republican

This the type of talk that'll probably piss off my publicist

And I ain't even started, the water ain't even bubbling

The type of talk that'll probably get me in trouble with the law

Or make the government come after me in public

Won't hear this on the radio, this here ain't for publishing

This ain't that bubble gum shit, no, this ain't that double mint

Consider this a risk, I swear I see 'em building pyramids brick by brick

They'll aim at everyone going against this shit

You don't believe me? Look what happened to the Dixie Chicks

It's like nobody else complains

Till you tryna be more than a nigga with a chain

Cube already told you, they corrupted everything

And we these out here just tryna function, tryna maintain

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route

And of course it's unfortunate that niggas out here robbing for Jordans

Can we not afford them but got enough to get a Glock 40

Is our views on reality kinda distorted

But still, even though I understand the story

I still fall weak for a booty that's proportionate

On the [?] and short bitch, so what's the score?

Chilling with some [?], drinking white man's poison

Ah, now that's a forfeit

Selling [?] for free, that's extortion

But still I'm wondering what family was present when history was recorded

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route

You think you really know what's going on?

They passing laws where they can run up in your own home

Cameras on your laptop, TV and your iPhone

The battery don't come out, that means it's always on

Smile and say cheese, yeah niggas got you

I told you fuckers three years ago 'bout the watchers

If you won't take the microchip then you can't make no dollars

This ain't no lovely day for a neighbour, ain't no Mr Rodgers

Don't let these fuckers rob us for our freedom and your rights

And you be like: "it's on the news so it must be right"

Who's pulling the strings? Who's rolling the dice?

Who's calling the shots and who's starting the fight?

Think twice...

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

I pray in heaven ain't fuck niggas ain't allowed

A 100 thousand miles an hour when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray, I pray my prayers make it through the cloud

Till then it's back to the paper route, the paper route