Godspeed

[Intro: Don Trip] And the whole world, loves it when you sing the blues, da daa, da da, da daa daa [Hook: Don Trip] Im still on my job I got work to do until my mom can quit her job Put it all on me, maybe I won't let her starve R.I.P. to Lil Paper, turn back round and robbed Paul All i got in this world is my word and my balls At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad Got a fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall If it's me against the world, then i plan to take'em all [Verse 1: Don trip] You lil' niggas too soft, cotton balls And I ball, Cotton Bowl Talk cash shit, that's all I know Spit game so sick I might stop your nose High, im fly with a flock of hoes Let a bitch ride me she love control Been 14 months since i shitted on niggas so pardon me, while i drop a load These lil' rappers got way too comfortable Boy you're sweeter than Jaylin's jungle juice Hit your block, with all these drums, your neighbors will think a parade was comming through Call your bitch like, "Bae im coming through" She like, "Oh, Okay I'm waiting boo" I'm so sorry if you think im saving you Your chances are shorter than Daisy's daisy dukes I'm too great to lose So fly, i just flew the coop Grey hair, guess i'm getting old Still getting blown like chicken noodle soup Who gon' stop me, im still waiting on a candidate All these busters swear they're riders, until they're riding in an ambulance I'm more wealthy than i've ever been Success it is sweeter than gelatin I'm bout it bout it, and all my closets Got choppers inside 'em not skeletons I stick to the money like it's magnetic I'm saving my heart for Ms. Halle Berry I live life faster than Kyle Petty Your money's funny, Malcolm & Eddie Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti May God look after the unlucky bastard Who left with the hassle to come and get me (WHOO) Me so arrogant, me no give no fuck Pop Quiz, who the shit? Alright pencils up Where my competition? Oh i wish them luck Cause i don't give a shit, and im not giving in, and i'm not giving up Rob the game blind, alright stick'em up Fuck your feelings until i get a nut All this money still i can't get enough Count so slow Shawty im not in a rush [Hook: Don Trip] Im still on my job I got work to do until my mom can quit her job Put it all on me, I bet I won't let her starve R.I.P. to Lil Paper, turn back round and robbed Paul All i got in this world is my word and my balls At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad Got a fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall If it's me against the world, then i plan to take'em all