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Featuring Young Scooter & Project Pat Prod By DJ Squeeky (Intro) Memphis Team, Paper Route Flyn packs landin in the jug hoe Yea yea Aye Dolph I'm on the Paper Route (Hook x2) My childhood friend grew up and became a builder But I grew up and made a living off of drugs 7 G's, invested in my own whip 7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip (Verse) 7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip Same color diamonds in my motherfuckin ears The pastor in the church sellin my grandmamma O's Dolph in the hood, countin money, sellin dope My childhood friend grew up and became a blood But I grew up, got addicted to money and found the plug Police run in here, it's too much dope to flush Remember I count 200 bands and said bitch ain't enough Some super sport with pain, big feet SongtexteI pull up and kill shit, 6 feet One street, 3 spots, 100 pounds 8 scales, 10 straps, 1000 rounds (Hook x2) My childhood friend grew up and became a builder But I grew up and made a living off of drugs 7 G's, invested in my own whip 7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip (Verse) My partner gave way but I ain't joined the gang Scooter run the fuckin Black Amigo money mang 50 thousand dollar ring, watch plane Jane My nigga Loki Cali crippin, he a bust yo brain I do a lot of Cali business, they got cheap things For this shit, I know I'm never going broke again Memphis 10, paper route Flying packs landing at the jug house I grew up a hustler trappin at my mama house When she go to work I turn into a crack house Sellin 2 civil, same color crib There was no smell, it go for 26 (Hook x2) My childhood friend grew up and became a builder But I grew up and made a living off of drugs 7 G's, invested in my own whip 7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip (Verse) Patter flip off, money like a wendy's burglar Start big, I'm for a young nigga on a curber Burn to, cause a hustle crack off the worker Play with my dough, chop a bullet, might just murk ya He said if I turned, mo bitch only turn it Sellin pills and weed, I was getting money Just another nigga, made a million off of words Police arrest me like I made a million off of birds I flip the strip and made a lick, I'm the shit like a turd That choppa blow yo ass away, yo shoe left on the curb A nigga gotta make a way cause I ain't turned the things I ain't giving up oh shit, you can call me Scrooge (Hook x2) My childhood friend grew up and became a builder But I grew up and made a living off of drugs 7 G's, invested in my own whip 7 T-shirts, they the same color as the crip Aus Songtexte Mania