Young Dolph - Facts Lyrics

Yeah, it's Dolph
P.R.E., Paper Route the Empire

I heard my dawg got cancer, said I prayed for Boosie
I can't wait til' my boy come home, free my nigga Gucci
I took one for the team and blew us up like Weezy (Tunechi!)
Made a half a milli in the trenches bumping Jeezy
A million dollars worth of cars, feel like I'm Baby, nigga
Spend all this fuckin' money on ice like I'm crazy, nigga
I just left San Francisco, smokin' flavors with Berner
Still a work a bitch like I'm Ike Turner
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 muthafucka, I'm the Jigg in my city
I'm not saying they not good, I'm just saying I'm the realest

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 coming up and guess who pay the rent

Damn, man, I miss my grandma and my Uncle Vick
All these fuckin' chains on like I'm Slick Rick
I feel like Master P cause ain't nobody gave me shit
Rozay told me 'young nigga make sure you get your paper'
If we ain't beefing bout no skrilla, then I see you later
Aye, miss me with that fuck shit, man
We all about paper ova here, let's go!

(Verse 2)
When I'm in L.A, I'm only smoking on that platinum
When I'm in the Bay, I'm only smoking on gelato
When I'm in the A, I'm flexing hard, might go tomorrow
Smelling like a pound of weed, we just walked in Wells Fargo
And I fucked the manager last night and she swallowed
One thang bout me, I'm gon' stay fresh as fuck whereva I go
Two thangs bout me, them hoes always go whereva I go
(It's Dolph!)


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