[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
Paper Route Empire
Real n***a, real n***a, real n***a radio
This is what a real mixtape supposed to sound like
See, dog, it was my granny that taught me the power of prayer
See, when things is going bad, I pray on it
When things are going good, we pray on it
So you can either drop to your knees and ask God for guidance
Or allow your enemies to pray on your demise
So while some of y'all n***as here praying for someone to put you on
We out here in the trenches takin' penitentiary chances
And praying that we don't get caught
Fizzle, it's a crazy world we live in
Doing the devil's work but praying to God to protect us
Tell your story, young n***a, it's your time
Real n***a radio
Paper Route Empire
Yeah
Fizzle
Life of a real gangster, man
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

[Chorus]
Granny prayin' that I don't run into danger (She like, "God, please")
She say, "The life you livin', boy, it's just too gangster" (It's just too gangster)
God watch my soul 'cause these n***as want me hangin' (They want me dead)
That's why I never go nowhere without my banger (Without my fire)
[Verse 1]
Back in 2000, homie, when I was just a youngin (When I was a baby)
I was just six when I seen pop go serve them junkies (I was just six)
Tay-Tay and Bay-Bay, they was crips, had the block pumpin' (Man, they was trappin')
My first time seein' the narcs when Bay-Bay and them got busted (Man, they got busted)
My first gun wasn't no toy, my first gun was that Glock (Mine was that Glock)
Seen my first body when I was eight, thought I was hard (Thought I was hard)
Shoot-outs when I was just fifteen, thought I got shot (Goddamn)
Told grandma, "Damn, ain't your baby lucky?" she said that's God (Boy, that's just God)
She like, "Let me talk to you" (Let me talk to you)
I'm like, "Wassup, granny?" (Wassup?)
She like, "You know I'm prayin' for you" (You know I'm prayin')
I'm like, "I know you is, granny" (I know you is)
She said, "Whatever you do, boy, just take care of yourself" (Please)
"I'm dying already, I can't stand to see your death"

[Chorus]
Granny prayin' that I don't run into danger (She like, "God, please")
She say, "The life you livin', boy, it's just too gangster" (It's just too gangster)
God watch my soul 'cause these n***as want me hangin' (They want me dead)
That's why I never go nowhere without my banger (Without my fire)

[Verse 2]
I was too small to fight so me, I kept that pistol (I kept my Glock)
The schoolhouse with a bookbag, no book but that pistol (But that pistol)
I had the sack so at lunchtime I served my n***as (Man, I was trappin')
Went found a plug, then went robbed him, I damn near killed him (I damn near killed him)
Now I got racks and I'm feelin' like I'm that n***a (Now I'm that n***a)
Fuck Lil Jeremy, I changed my name to Lil Fizzle (It's Jay Fizzle)
Skipped the church service to go hang out with dealers (Dope boy)
All I wanted was a pound, came 'round Christmas (Came 'round Christmas)
Grandma caught me stretching dope, she damn near killed me (She beat my ass)
She flooded my dope, said get a job and stop that dealing (Ayy, stop that dealing)
Just a lil' gangsta (Ayy) out here (Ayy) tryna make it (Dope boy)
While I'm up in the streets my granny prayin' the streets don't take me
[Chorus]
Granny prayin' that I don't run into danger (She like, "God, please")
She say, "The life you livin', boy, it's just too gangster" (It's just too gangster)
God watch my soul 'cause these n***as want me hangin' (They want me dead)
That's why I never go nowhere without my banger (Without my fire)
Granny prayin' that I don't run into danger (She like, "God, please")
She say, "The life you livin', boy, it's just too gangster" (It's just too gangster)
God watch my soul 'cause these n***as want me hangin' (They want me dead)
That's why I never go nowhere without my banger (Without my fire)