Paper Route

[Verse 1]

You don't know who you're fucking with

Ain't no Democrat, and by far I'm no Republican

This is 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 is not for publishing

This ain’t that bubble gum shit, no, this ain’t that Double Mint

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

They'll aim at anyone bold enough to go against the shit

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

It's like nobody else complains

Until you try to be more than a nigga with a chain

Cube already told you: "they corrupted everything"

And we're just out here trying to function, trying to maintain

[Hook]

A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray my prayers make it through the clouds

I pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowed

A hundred miles an hour, running 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

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

[Verse 2]

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 sexy short bitch, so what's the score?

Chilling with some Red dogs, drinking White man's poison

Now that's a forfeit

Selling what's for free, that's extortion

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

[Hook]

A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray my prayers make it through the clouds

I pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowed

A hundred miles an hour, running 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

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

[Verse 3]

You think you really know what's going on?

They're 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, gotcha!

I told you fuckers three years ago about The Watchers

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

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

Don't let them fuckers rob us for our freedom and our 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...

[Hook]

A hundred miles an hour, running when I hit the ground

Thoughts moving through my head at the speed of sound

I pray my prayers make it through the clouds

I pray in heaven that them fuck niggas ain’t allowed

A hundred miles an hour, running 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

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