Paper Route to Paradise

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[Verse]
Came out the dirt, mud stains on my shoes,
Now Prada, Fendi, Versace, no blues.
Paper route calling, gotta chase them stacks,
Double up the digits, ain't ever lookin' back.

[Verse 2]
From the grind to the shine, never had a choice,
Whisperin' success, money talkin' with a voice.
Luxury drippin', ice on my wrist,
Came from the struggle, now it's ballin' on the list.

[Chorus]
Run the money up, ain't no other way out,
Designer on my frame, ain't no doubt.
From dirt to the throne, we made it to the top,
Paper route to paradise, we ain't gonna stop.

[Verse 3]
Flashing lights, private flights, we livin' large,
Came from the bottom, now we in charge.
Ridin' clean, luxury whip with leather seats,
Throwin' money in the air, extravagant feats.

[Bridge]
This the life we earned, blood, sweat, and tears,
No more struggle, no more fears.
Runnin' up paper, stackin' it tall,
From the mud to the mansion, now we ball.

[Verse 4]
Every night, streetlights, got me hustlin',
Empty pockets to designer, now we bustling.
Fendi on my feet, Versace on my chest,
Raised by the grind, now we live the best.