King Jamar - Paper Route

Just tryin' right all of my wrongs
I'm not just anybody
Settle for what Everyday get up I'm just tryna get a profit
Way before the drip
Before I was lit
Knew I would be somebody
I ain't tryna fit in
I just want win but this shit way more than money
I'm dead fresh it's Sunday
Give them some to think about
The day I'm flat broke I'm flatline that's some to think about
11 years old delivering papers just tryna make a dollar
Fat lil ugly nigga just tryna find a way to make them holla
It's 10 on me now
I ain't got no worries
I'm en-route
Only a few friends that's around
They solid too without a doubt
I ain't got time for fake niggas
Ain't got ambition move around
When I get it imma flex different cuz we ain't really have much when I was young
I just be sliding by myself, I really miss all of my niggas I swear the vibe just ain't the same
I drank the bottle till it's empty I took a ride down memory lane
I had to get up off them drugs that shit start fucking w my brain
I'm still dealing w depression this shit get harder everyday
I Used to drop tears for no reason, but I been working w my pain
I hit the gym a few times a week, got toxic people out my way
I had a lot of shit on my mind so I took a jet to Mia
Its crazy crazy world I know you don't think I'm on my shit I keep a block everywhere that I go
Done wifin' bitches most these hoes fucked every nigga I know
I ain't even tripping I'm a keep getting money and taking care of my folks
STRAIGHT LIKE DAT

Written by:
landon jennings

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