Out the Mud

Yeah, paper route business

Uh-huh

Came from nothin’ but I bet you can’t tell

Let’s get it

(Let the bandplay)

Came out the mud, now I’m covered in gold

I ain’t never switch, stayed solid, stayed cold

Chain too bright, got the club on froze

Still pop my shit everywhere I go

Racks in the safe, racks in the floor

All gas, no brakes, I ain’t movin’ slow

I do what I want, y’all do what you told

Young rich niggas, yeah, we stick to the code

I’m a boss, I don’t take no advice

Hit the jeweler, dropped 60 on ice

Did it twice, I ain’t blink, I’m nice

Got your girl in my DMs, she typed

“Dolph, you the realest I know” (facts)

Ten toes down everywhere I go

Took risks, now I ride real slow

In the Lam’ with the seats real low

Hopped out clean in designer

Whole hood love me like I’m they provider

Told Glock we gon’ shine forever

Rain, sleet, snow — whatever the weather

Came out the mud, now I’m covered in gold

I ain’t never switch, stayed solid, stayed cold

Chain too bright, got the club on froze

Still pop my shit everywhere I go

Racks in the safe, racks in the floor

All gas, no brakes, I ain’t movin’ slow

I do what I want, y’all do what you told

Young rich niggas, yeah, we stick to the code

I’m the one they can’t copy, can’t clone

Did it by myself, got it straight off the phone

I don’t chase no love, just paper and stones

If it ain’t ’bout a check, don’t call my phone

Big whip when I back out the spot

Two cups when I pull up the Wok

He mad ’cause his girl on my jock

Tell him chill ’fore we spin on the block

I be fresh like I jumped off a runway

P.R.E. like we up in the gunplay

Real talk, I don’t do it for the cameras

I do it for the ones still stuck in the slammer

Came out the mud, now I’m covered in gold

I ain’t never switch, stayed solid, stayed cold

Chain too bright, got the club on froze

Still pop my shit everywhere I go

Racks in the safe, racks in the floor

All gas, no brakes, I ain’t movin’ slow

I do what I want, y’all do what you told

Young rich niggas, yeah, we stick to the code

Young Dolph:

R.I.P. to the fake

Key Glock:

Only real ones eatin’ off this plate

Young Dolph:

It’s Paper Route Empire

Key Glock:

Yeah, we built this sh*t from the bottom — no higher