Paper Route Empire - Talking To My Scale lyrics

[Intro] (We got all the beef) Yeah Yeah, ni**a, fu*k everybody, fu*k everything, ni**a Get money, ni**a Run that sh*t up, ni**a Run that sh*t all the way up, ni**a, 'til you can't run it no motherfu*kin' more, ni**a All the way up, ni**a (Yeah) Up-up, ni**a, to the motherfu*kin' ceiling, ni**a, fu*k ni**as' b*tches fu*k these ni**as, too, fu*k 'em all Yah mean? I mean this sh*t, for real, for real, ni**a, straight up Ayy (Ayy, yeah) [Verse 1] If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell? In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale My jewelry box havin' more water than Wisconsin Dells Trap ni**a, I count money better than I spell Came up from nothing, addicted to hustlin' Yeah, he my dawg, but nah, I don't trust him She a bad b*tch, but she know we just fu*kin' She told me she love me, I told her, "You pluckin'" (Cut that sh*t out, lil' mama) Stop it This b*tch deserve a gold medal the way she su*k it Blue Louis V bucket, my chain too big to tuck it My blunts the size of Biggie, spendin' paper like I'm Puffy She fu*k me, then she lucky Yeah, she got that super sloppy, I call that b*tch yucky b*tch, don't speak to me in public Fast money, fast cars, I live for this sh*t My young ni**a 'nem, man, they gon' kill for this sh*t Shakin' my head, Dolph, you just too real for this sh*t My first investment was a vacuum seal, then I got rich Mimo can get whatever from me 'cause he never switched Jizzle was right there with me, man, we didn't have sh*t Sleepy Cuz quick to tell me, "fu*k him, he a b*tch" Dog ass ni**a off the leash, duckin' the pigs Went and found the plug, came back and told my ni**a, "It's up" We gon' ball forever and forever, straight out the mud Been through so much sh*t, so I fill my body up with drugs Twenty whips in front of the club, ni**a, that's us I'm my own stylist, I spent millions on designers I got my own island, ni**a, cast out and you can find me Got more jewelry than your jeweler, ni**a, I spent millions on diamonds I put ice on everybody around me just to see 'em shinin' My spot got great customer service like Chick-fil-A Might take her to the hood, but I can't take her on a date Sleepwalkin' on that codeine, but I'm wide awake These ni**as ain't fu*kin' with me and I put that on Otto May [Interlude] Ain't nobody gave me sh*t, ni**a, yah mean? I had to get out here and straighten this sh*t up, ni**a, get this sh*t the hard way Yah mean? I had to figure this sh*t out, ni**a, yah mean? Just me and my real ni**as, yah mean? ni**a, you ain't eat off the floor with us ni**a, you ain't eat out the garbage, lil' ni**a, yah mean? You wasn't there, ni**a, you wasn't there with us, ni**a We had to get it how we lived, ni**a, I put this sh*t on Otto May [Verse 2] Nah, I ain't finished, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) My office is a trap house in South Memphis, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) Ridin' with a fully through the city, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) I been sellin' bags by the fifty, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) Pinky ring, it cost me seven-fifty, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) Pour a eight and drink it, I don't sip it, ni**a (Yeah, yeah) Kickin' sh*t and smokin' off a Benton, ni**a (Ayy bruh) You a grown man, stop all of that b*tchin', ni**a (Damn) I go so hard, make 'em hate me (Damn) My whole life a movie, HD (Clear) Blue retro, blue AP (Yeah) Too much ice, don't need AC (Nah) Had to put out, the b*tch tried to rape me I wear water, I don't drink it, I drink lean (Route) I pour lean and grapefruit juice and rock blue diamonds, nah, these ni**as ain't me Sixties on the Double-R, look up at the stars (In the cloud) Smokin' Skittles and thankin' God, remember I used to starve (For real though) Dope boy with dope boy dreams, never thought I'd make it this far (For real though) Fourteen, I jumped out there, started swimming with the sharks Gangbang, play some ball, go get a plug of raw (Raw) I got the type of ice that it go crazy in the dark (Dark) You put your trust in a b*tch, I put my trust in the mob (Mob) I got all type of sh*t parked in the garage (Hey, hey) [Outro] It's Dolph Yeah If I sacrificed myself, will I go to hell? In my trap house countin' guala, talkin' to my scale Yeah