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Artist: Don Trip
Album:  Godspeed
Song:   Interlude
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

Wake up, bitches it's me
I've been gone for a minute
Gave you bitches bout a year
And you ain't did shit with it
Fuck are you gonna do if
If I did quit spittin
If I did say fuck the rap shit
Move away and took care of my children
Now I'm too mothafuckin hot to be chillin
Bout to light it up and burn down your village
Hear ye, hear ye
I get paid yearly;
One, two, three, four, five, six digits
Meanwhile, I'm laid back in the six
whippin through traffic like I'm runnin from the fuckin lieutenant
Boy I keep blowin my money
but I'm fucking with a woman that insist that I save every penny
Nah, I can't say this gang is hopeless
I'm so disappointed
These niggas just loafin
They braggin bout small paper
Nigga that's a post it
You just can't wait to get on instagram to post it
Help is on the way
I was pushin so hard tryn to get a message to ya just to open
Message undelivered, return to sender, I guess I shoulda paid more for the postage
I ain't like grand
Niggas ashamed to admit
That they a fan
'Cause they rap too
I remember when
I used to rush home
To watch rap city
Every afternoon
I used to love this shit, I swear
Now I'm like fuck this shit, I don't care
All I wanna do is fight and the gang got scared
Now I'm movin with my auntie and uncle in Bel Air
And if my words upset you
So what, really I could give it two fucks
Add another nail to your coffin
Mention me, now it's hammer time
Better tool up
I got a lotta loose screws, slow it down, to get screwed up
Same bitch gave the whole team head
See her wit a nigga, she act like she never knew us
I ain't waitin for peace
I'm wavin to peace
and takin a piece
You had your chance, however brief
Now you should think about takin the C
Look what I make in a week
My pockets are greedy
I don't take a break, I repeat
You niggas doin the most
You doin the most but you makin the least
While I prepare every plate for a feast
We see eye to eye
We don't have to agree
They say the heart is a house for love
Right now I'm thinking bout breakin the lease
You and your goons
You don't look so crazy to me
You look like the bravest to me
My knives are sharp and serrated for beef
We holdin court with AKs in the street
I got no rules, I say what I please
I do what I want, I take what I need
Life is a bitch
When she hand me lemons, I pull out the hammer and make lemon squeeze
My flows a disease
I'm bout my cut like a amputee
Tricks up my sleeve
Live everyday like I'm on the retreat
Strapped for a war, but I'll never retreat
Keep makin money, I'm never complete
I'm never content, I'm never at ease
All I ever knew how to do is compete
And now all that's left to compete with is me
They say when you no longer able to play
The day you let go is the day you can teach
On that note
Even if I lose, I learn
So I'll never know the taste of defeat