Текст песни 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)
1 Waiting Room
2 Eviction Notice
3 Lil' Homie
4 Nightmares
5 Wake Up
6 White House
7 Get Away (feat. Singa B)
8 Interlude
9 Tomorrow
10 Day After Tomorrow
11 Who Am I
12 Medicine
13 Leaning
14 I Wonder (feat Singa B)
15 Losing Streak
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