Don Trip - Open Letter lyrics
rate me(Verse)
Woke up this morning with money on my mind
And a bitch on my lap tryna catch the sunrise
That's where I be wanna go somewhere and chill sometimes
But my baby's gotta eat so daddy's gotta grind
And I can't fill their stomachs with the words 'daddy tried'
So daddy works even when he's tired, the bullets run our
And the shot clock expire, I give it my best shot
I aim for the sky, try your luck, I promise I won't aim for your high
I know life's a bitch, I won't complain until I've died
Fresh like I walk inside my wardrobe and died
That's fresh to death, boy, am I shly
And although I neva go back the way I've been
Still flier that Marty and his Delorean
No, I don't want it to end till I've made some more ends
I wanna glid the more I make, the more I spend
Starring down the barrel as the cylinder spins
Death is at the door, I hope nobody lets it in
Sheesh, look at me, doper than Dr. Quin
I been actin' the air, still don't know how to pretend
I took the victory lap and gained less value for friends
Natural born leader, I could never follow trends
My homies are liars then, but I be everywhere
I'm like the king on the chess square, I can touch every square
Neva fo' show and tell, preparing a go to hell
Take all you bitches with me on the way down
Shut up, pussy, lay down, we'll be there in a 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 ain't from where my state
I saw the devil yesterday, he told me he could save my soul
If I placed all my brick in the bowl and pass it around
You know, like a collection plate, then he done sure that
All my sins done wash away, I told him I appreciate the offer
But not thanks, but if you sellin' holy water, I'll take four pints
I could have cashed in at the soul bank
I'd rather hit the lotto, tho
I can't take prayers, to no bank, sheesh
So I'd rather watch my pockets grow
Stayn optimistic, gettin' blown like an Optimo
If life was ice cream, it'd be Rock and Roll
Weapons ready, lock and load
He who stands in my way gotta go
You're full of shit, I promise now one monkey can stop the show
All these rap niggas gettin' sloppy, think I lost control
Pillow talkin' to these dirty bitches, said I lost it all
BUt they know who they fuckin' with
Well, I said they know they ain't fuckin' with me
So let me clear this shit, nigga, second to kill this shit
I wrote a note for all these rappers, you wanna hear this shit?
Fuck you, fuck the people who support you
Fuck your fans, fuck your family
Fuck whoever endorse you
Fuck your friends, fuck your kids
Fuck whoever records you
Fuck your mama, 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 shit I'm goin' through
I was slangin' dope, walkin' back and forth the school
And I came a long way, now I got plenty more to lose
I came a long way from where it pay less shoes
Try to take what I've earned and make late breaking news
I get it how I get it, I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
I say I get it how I get it and I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
Forever true, yeah, for me to you
Godspeed, godspeed...