Lyrics

Pull up the GPS I be on a paper route
Heavy is the head of the one that wears the crown
I been tryna me build me up but they tryna knock me down
They say sky is the limit so I'm chilling on the clouds
My ETA say I'm one step away
From getting all this paper, all this money and this fame
I only getting started, best believe I'm here to stay
Triple digits on the dash, I be in the fast lane
Triple digits on the dash I be in the fast lane
Destination up north, to the top is where I aim
I'm from Northern California and the Bay is what I claim
Yeah you know it's Best In Game I ain't fucking with no lames
I ain't fucking with no opps, rest in piss the sucka side
We be running all the stops, all gas when I drive, aye
Homies down the block, pull up when I slide
Running plays, doing missions, I'm always on game time
They say I live too fast with no sense of direction
Don't wanna see me winning, wanna see me in corrections
But I thank god, for every single blessing
Misunderstood but to them its misconception
Road to the top, it's a one way street
Leader of the pack or you hanging out beneath
Remember them times it was all a dream
Now I'm chasing this money and I'm getting this cream, it's Big A
Pull up the GPS I be on a paper route
Heavy is the head of the one that wears the crown
I been tryna me build me up but they tryna knock me down
They say sky is the limit so I'm chilling on the clouds
My ETA say I'm one step away
From getting all this paper, all this money and this fame
I only getting started, best believe I'm here to stay
Triple digits on the dash, I be in the fast lane
I be riding fish bowl, but I'm more like a killer whale
Tac'd out this my personal, it ain't shit for sale
On the way from Vacaville, headed back to home base
Lil mama like, hit me up if you ain't home late
Left her on read, I'll get to it when I get to it
What one won't do, bet I get the next to do it
Energy exclusive, time twice as precious
Eat a handful of mushies, it's a therapy session
Woke up still handsome, you would swear it's a blessing
Told her ass to do better, and it's not a suggestion
Only whine I wanna hear, is when I'm creasing up the air max's
Hear the lsa singing, when I smash past em
Do the dash if the chargers on my ass
On the roads to riches, just prayin that I don't crash
We chasin checks, we ain't chasin clout
This the paper route, the name tell you everything that I'm about
And that's Gwap
Yo Aren bruh this shit knocking let's get to this money
Yee
Written by: Aren Santos
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