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Don Trip
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Road Warriors
(Verse) Say goodbye to my conscience Meanwhile I go against the tide like… Like dirty laundry, I fell for the Ponzi Now I wanna spill on them niggas like I'm clumsy Waitin on my moment to blow like a trumpet I slipped somewhere along the line, my mind malfunction I'm used to being listed as a halfnot I came from the dirt but now the motherfuckin sandbox I signed my John Hancock My dream faded away like a jump shot Long road ahead, no red stops The game's a lot harder than it looks from the press box Cemetery pull but you can still good a guess like Play the cards I'm dealt, just tryna make a jackpot I want more capeter than the key boy kept locked, it's stifling You turned me into a villain, the crazy thing is I liked it If being real's a crime they're wasting time on my indictments I made it like tomorrow's not coming for me Crazy cus I'm ballin like I'll never run out of money But fuck it, life's a gamble, bet it all on black Play with my scratch, I'll put a glowing red dot on yo head You just a snack and I will eat yo heart out yo chest And after seconds I got all these missing marbles and a fully loaded weapon If you think I give a flyin fuck you got that wrong impression Introduce me to yo lady, I'll be plottin to undress her Fuck you and all them niggas in yo studio Gassin ya, I wipe what's left of yo life out the calendar I got out my deal and went and celebrated Out at Chuck E Cheese, you caught yo journey in jail and And they don't fuck with yall good at rap I don't fuck with rats either, how fun is that? Yea I come from the bottom oh but I'm not going back And when my foes go snap that's when I go take a nap (And when my foes go snap that's when I go take a nap)
(Verse) My only fear is failure, a dream is bout the only thing that I won't sell ya An empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphernalia 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I'm that dope, grind like I'm flip broke It was the drivin and drank, then lean back and I'm fetcho My rap quotes are exactly what it seem If crack spoke The club could say it's too much soda on, yo lips beg the coke Grill low passin, car on tinters, Coca Cola classic cans Just grindin til we come up, I hope you know that that's the plan Same mission, same hustle, we all struggle Halfhearted apology to the hoes that thought I loved you Snoop told me not to, me and Trip and you talked to Now, diss me I be done shot you Free bout here, free die too, just know that I missed yo fam My niggas was movin squares, I ain't talkin scrollin through Instagram Every show send them pictures man, fuck them hoe niggas snitchin They got my folks in the system, someday I'm going to visit
Priz – the only place with more bars than this Either that or the pharmacist, honest shit Military ammo, my cartriges rip all through yo cartilage Don't shoot from too far, don't miss Those my 2 rules Might be new to you but no, I ain't new school Loose screws, when I was signed I was also on news too Top store, 30 shells popped out of glock 4 When the first cocaine music, first drop shit I shot short It never ready, just ratata, sorta of a Robert Hory These rappers, they brought me Don't care when they got extorted And I'm fortunate just to make it From what you sell or you snorted But these hoes who ain't even pregnant get paid for several abortions Thought of getting endorsement Coppin cars I couldn't afford Ridin round with that strap on safety, you a target if you important And I'm important cus I provide If mama cryes I rather be the prime suspect than the victim of a homicide, I'm traumatized
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