Текст песни February 31st - Don Trip

Yeah, my head spinning on my second day with no sleep
Trying to get in the game and make it out to nosebleeds
Life's a bitch, I know that you would look so sweet
But my soul's rotting underneath like gold teeth
Back when you would pay a couple hundred for an OZ
I almost married the streets but got cold feet
Wrote the riches in my tires, got a slow lead
'Cause my auntie rocked her sister, felons and parolees

College was never in the cards for a nigga
We was playing dodgeball, we gon' ball to the hitters
We gon' ball to the louts, come get us
If they catch us with this shit, they'll send us all up the river
Never saved a penny, damn, big spender
Now you in the jam and got a public defender
My lil' partner put his eye up on his shirt
Now he's not comin' home 'til February 31st

It's hard to really say who got it worse
'Cause they both went in the box, but one went in the dirt
Both they mamas sick, and baby mamas hurt
I wonder which one of your friends will fuck your baby mama first
Only time will tell, boy, these niggas tellin' like they part of YSL
Gettin' saved by the bell, I was raved by the scale
Break it down and sell
The way I broke the blocks, I could've made the NFL

My granddaddy used to move Yale
Yeah, 'til he got hooked on the powder under his nails
Yeah, I know I said it before, but yet and s'til
If Jalen ever pick up the sack, that means I failed
So I got work to do
You play with my money, you get the business, bitch
Now take it personal, I don't give a shit who I offend
I just came to finish what I started, then I started makin' ends

I'm s'til runnin' rapid in this lane that I'm in
It ain't a win 'til I turn my W's into M's
Clutchin' a staccato, shootin' out the gym
If I'm not ballin' now, then I'm studyin' some film
The last thing I'm ever gonna need is more friends
So it's me vs. you vs. him and vs them
Yeah, fuck 'em all, yeah, fuck 'em raw
They thought they was fuckin' with me, and I'm appalled

Even when I piss, I got a pistol in my drawers
I'm prepared for the shit that's waitin' outside of the stars
Strapped like a jack, because outside is a wall
If you late to the draw, they gonna outlaw, yeah, Chalk
Talkin' to the devil, he's too broke to buy my soul from me
I've been a real nigga since I left my mama over it
My daddy left before my second birthday, supposedly
37 years later, now the nigga notice me

My heart frozen solid, you don't know what nigga cold as me
If you gon' give me flowers, then make sure them shit's coca leaf
Couple words of wisdom there for anyone opposin' me
You need holy water, crucifix, and a rosary
This my real life, so none of it's been rehearsed
I come from sellin' Prada, none of it was merch
Nothin' get disgusted if the money isn't first
My baby needs shoes, my woman needs a purse

(If the money isn't first)
I said, even once I'm dead, sneak my pistol in my hearse
In case, Hell is where I'm headed after leavin' hell on earth