Young Dolph - Facts 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