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] [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]