Paper Route Your Neighbors

[Verse 1]
I've been cooking crack rock, yes sir
For your ears, for women over eighteen and the Franklins
I ain't with that small talk, no ma'am
Unless it leads to playing with the kitty or her hair, man
Don't call me a lame man, I am
Everything you wish you were and then some I'm a made man
At least I'll be by May, man
Hustle bucks in Tonka trucks by that time I'll be paid, man
Forwarded payments, phone calls to the agents
Move from out the basement just to entertain the fame
It's lunches by the ocean with the clothes I got from placements
With a girl that makes statement and makes them hate him

[Verse 2]
Yacht clubs, no small boats
No Benzes, just Lagos
Just good dope through my nose
My manos give her O's
Wall platted with vinyls
No luck though just hustle

[Chorus]
After hour play nights, million dollar plane rides
Fame is for the wrong type, I just want the paid life
Move to outer space when I get to all this paper
Y'all can kill each other while I'm chilling with the aliens