Paper Route Empire – Role Model Lyrics
I was sittin’ in the hood with a dream and a weed sack
Fast forward, chasing millions with my role model, who would’ve seen that?
Who would’ve ever thought that?
Who would’ve ever thought that I’d make it out the trenches
Turn myself into a boss?
Turn my trap house to a loft and turn my hustlin’ to a law
Go and get the money by any mеans, young n****, don’t fall off
I wasn’t lookin’ up to no ball players
Where I’m from, all thе trap n***** had it all
Seen a n**** come through 911 Porsche, I was like, “Yeah, fuck a job”
Big diamond chain, big diamond Range, yeah, my role model had it all
I wanted to be like him right there, I want that same type of car
I don’t care if I gotta sell some pounds, I don’t care if I gotta go and rob
I knew I had to do what I had to do, I had to go hard
Get off your ass, go get a bag, whatever you gotta do, go do it
I was on the block bumpin’ that High Class Street Music (Trap)
Twenty four hours workin’ the trap, I was not snoozing
Until somebody told me, “You got a gift, n****, go use it”
Got up in the booth, a lot of n***** tried to recruit me
My role model turned a lot of deals down, I did too, bitch
If you know what you worth and let them short you, n****, you stupid
He showed me how to steer my own car, now I’m cruisin’
Yeah, I’m in full control, I’m doing what I wanna do, bitch
But I can’t lie, I’m heated, all this ice can’t even cool me
You ever lost a part of your heart and can’t nothing soothe it?
Have you ever been sad at the ending of a good movie?
But this shit ain’t never ending, come and film this
Put this on my soul, I bet I let these n***** feel me
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna put somethin’ in the ceiling
Put somethin’ in the ground and watched his soul float to the ceiling
Too many fuck n***** living, how’d they take the realest?
Tell me, how the fuck these n***** take my role model?
Don’t too many n***** get to meet their role model
But mine’s turned into my brother, I got money with my role model
On stage with my role model
I can tell the world that my big brother was my role model
Street n****, good father, who a better role model?
We locked in forever, n****, Paper Route and Whole Lotta
I’ma make sure that they feel this
Wanna stop us, gon’ have to do more than kill us
Yeah, I’m hurting, all this ice can’t help me heal up
Go ask anybody and they gon’ all say you my n****
Your favorite rapper know he was his role model, too
But nine times out of ten, these n***** ain’t gon’ tell the truth
These n***** hate us but they love us, they’ll do everything we do
We role models