In The Mean Time

[Intro] (Hot 97 Ebro in the Morning throwing shade at Don Trip and his biggest hit, Letter To My Son.) [Verse 1] God Speed but in the meantime Let me give you lil guys a lil time to prepare for a brawl Nigga my hit list lookin' like a grocery list I'm about to start pickin' niggas off I got so much bread, i got hitta's on call Hot lead in the rapper make his ice unthaw All about the paper Motherfuck a label, i cut my own check I'm a motherfuckin' saw I answer to me, i call myself boss Boss can i put some time in and take off? Fuck is you thinkin' You take a vacation these haters gon' swear that your shit's fallin' off My kids miss they father My youngest a toddler I left for two weeks, i came back she was walking You know how that feel? I seen it too often Try to please y'all and i almost lost it Time to get back to what matter most I should let the money catapult From the center of the jungle Got a mil' on my mind And you lookin' like antelope Ain't forgettin' where i'm from But i come from the slums And i ain't never going back broke Hi, my name is Chris Wallace I'm addicted to the dollars Stayin' rich the only antidote God Speed God Speed, June 23 [Verse 2] God Speed on the way but in the meantime Stay over there on your side, i'm warning you for the last time Yo' bitch got my pics in her room like a shrine I feel so heavy, she call me The Don My clique like The Mob We do what we what, flippin' that dope like a fuckin' baton Whenever i'm home i feel like a god Read every book but the holy Quran Gave so much money to momma and squash all our drama I'm lining up all my good karma My son's getting smarter he tutors my daughters If that ain't success, what'chu call it? Try if you wanna Stand eye to eye with a monster And see who'll be first to go under Cause ain't no more warning this gone take an army You can't win a war with a suicide bomber Don't get the picture too focused on selfies I made the bread like i just bought a deli I could write a book about how to get fetti But please read the warnings, "results may vary" On top of my cream like peanuts and cherries And my only wish is to fuck Halle Berry She gettin' older so i better hurry If i hit her once she gon' wanna remarry If i hit the trunk it's gon' turn to a rally The lead at your legs, we'll see who's the fastest So into clashin' i bought extra mags If i shoot you now, you gone shit in a baggy Bitch i got drive, i got work in the taxi Respect my dough mane, I ain't talkin' Go Daddy Just checked the mail So i'm gonna cut off them albums Now i'm off to the bank laughin' madly God Speed