Songtexte Interlude - Don Trip

Wake up bit***s, it's me, I been gone for a minute
I gave you bitches bout a year, and you ain did shit with it
Fuck are you gonna do if, if i did quit spittin
If I did say fuck the rap shit, moved away and took care of my children

Now im too mothafuckin hot to be chillin, bout to light it up and burn down yo village
Here ye' here ye' I get paid yearly, 123456 digits
Meanwhile im laid back in the 6 whippin thru traffic like im running from the fuckin
Luietenant
Boy i keep blowin my money, but im fuckin with a woman that insist that i save every
Penny
Nah i cant save this game its hopeless, im so dissapointed these niggas just loafin
They braggin bout small paper, nigga thats a post-it
You just cant wait to get on instagram and post-it

Help is on the way, alway pushin so hard tryna get a messge to you just to open
Message undelivered, return to sender, i guess i shoulda paid more for the postage
Aint life grand, niggas ashamed to admit 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, no im like fuck this shit i dont care
All i wanna do is fight and the game got scared, now im moving with my auntie n uncle
In bel-air
And if my words uspet you, so what, really i could give two fucks
Add another nail to your coffin, mention me now its hammer time, better tool up
I got a lot of loose screws, slow it downnn or get screwed up
Same bitch gave the whole team head, see her with her nigga she act like she never
Knew us
I aint waitin for peace, im waving the piece and taking the peace
You had your chance however brief, now you should think about taking a seat
Look what i make in a week, my pockets are greedy, i dont take a break i repeat
You niggas doing the most, you doing the most but you making the least
While i prepare every plate for a feast, we see eye to eye we dont have to agree
They say the heart is a house for love, right now im thinking bout breakin the lease
You and yo goons, you dont look so crazy to me
You look like the bradys to me
My knives are sharpened and ready for beef, we holdin court wit 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 that hammer and make lemon-squeeze
My flow's a disease, im bout my cut like an amputee
Tricks up my sleeve
Live everyday like im on a retreat, strapped for a war but i'll never retreat
Keep makin money im never complete, im never content, im never at ease
All i ever knew how to do was compete, and now all thats 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'll learn something
I'll never know the taste of defeat
(GODSPEED)