don trip – open letter lyrics
[verse 1: don trip]
woke up this morning with money on my mind
with a b-tch on my lap tryin catch the sunrise
i swear i be wanna go somewhere
and chill sometimes
but my baby’s gotta eat
so daddy’s gotta grind-
and i can’t fill they stomachs
with the words that it tried
so daddy works even when he’s tired
til the bullets run out and the shot clock expire
i give it my best shot, i aim for the sky
try your luck, i promise i will aim for hind
i know life’s a b-tch, i won’t complain until i die
fresh like i walked inside my wardrobe and died
that’s fresh to death, boy am i sly?
and although i’ll never go back to where i been
i’m still flier than marty in his delorean
no i don’t want it to end until i’ve made some more ends
ironically the more i make, the more i spend
staring down the barrel as the cylinder spins
death is at the door, i hope n0body let’s him in
sheesh!
look at me, doper than dr. quinn
i’ve been acting an -ss, still don’t know how to pretend
i took a victory lap and gained less value for friends
natural born leader i could never follow trends
my home’s a lions den but i be everywhere
i’m like the king on the chess board, i can touch every square
never for show and tell, preparing to go to h-ll and take all you b-tches with me on the way down
shut up p-ssy lay down
we’ll be there any day now
tomorrow ain’t for certain so i gotta make every day count
and let that marinate
don’t let my fruitful words go to waste
i am not from this planet and i’m wearing out my stay
i saw the devil yesterday, he told me, he could save my soul
if i place all my bread in the bowl and past it around
you know like a collection plate
then he’ll ensure that all my sins will wash away
i told him i appreciate the offer, but no thanks
but if you selling holy water, i’ll take four pints
i could have cashed in at the soul bank, ha
i rather hit the lotto though
i can’t take prayers to no bank, ha
so i rather watch my pockets grow
staying optimistic, getting blow like an optimum
if life is ice cream, it’d be rocky road
weapons ready, lock-n-load
he who stands in my way, gotta go
gorilla sh-t
i promise, not one monkey can stop the show
all these rappers n-ggas getting sloppy
think i lost control
pillow talking to these dirty b-tches saying that i lost it all
but they know who they f-cking with
well i say, they know they ain’t f-cking with me
well let me clear this sh-t
take a second to k!ll this sh-t
i wrote a note for all these rappers
you wanna hear this sh-t?
f-ck you
f-ck the people who support you
f-ck your fans
f-ck your family
f-ck whoever endorsed you
f-ck your friends
f-ck your kids
f-ck whoever records you
f-ck your momma, what was she thinking, why wouldn’t she want to abort you?
poor you
look at what you just made the boy do
i might need a break from all this sh-t that i’m going through
i was slanging dope walking back and forth to school
and i came a long way, now i got plenty more to lose
i came a long way from wearing payless shoes
trying to take what i’ve earned and make late breaking news
i get how i get it and i will take it before i lose
sincerely, the brightest n-gga with a short fuse
i say, i get how i get it and i will take it before i lose
sincerely, the brightest n-gga with a short fuse
forever true, from me to you
god speed
god speed
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