Lyrics:

Yeah
It's Dolph
PRE
Paper Route Empire
Ayy

I heard my dog got cancer, said a prayer for Boosie (Amen)
I can't wait 'til my boy come home, free my nigga Gucci (It's Gucci)
I took one for the team and blew us up like Weezy (Tunechi)
Made a half a milli' in the trenches bumpin' Jeezy (Snow)
A million dollars worth of cars, feel like I'm Baby, nigga (He)
Spend all this fuckin' money on ice like I'm crazy, nigga (Stunnaman)
I just left San Francisco, smokin' flavors with Berner, hah
Still'll work a bitch like I'm Ike Turner, hah, yeah
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 Jigga in my city (Yeah)
I'm not sayin' they not good (Naw), I'm just sayin' I'm the realest

Facts
Yeah, young nigga blessed (Dolph)
I feel like every day, God put me through a test (I swear)
Since I was seventeen, I ain't been able to get no rest (Damn)
Bill time comin' up and guess who pay the rent? Uh

Damn, man, I miss my grandma and my Uncle Vick (For real)
All these fuckin' chains on like I'm Slick Rick
I feel like Master P 'cause ain't nobody gave me shit (Nah)
Rozay told me, 'Young nigga, make sure you get your paper' (Boss)
If we ain't beefin' 'bout no skrilla, then I'll see you later (Skrrt)

Ayy, 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, just walked in Wells Fargo (It's Dolph)
And I fucked the manager last night and she swallowed (What?)
One thing 'bout me, I'm gon' stay fresh as fuck wherever I go (It's Dolph)
Two things 'bout me, them hoes gon' 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 seventeen, 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