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...