Don Trip - Road Warriors Lyrics
(Verse)Say goodbye to my conscienceMeanwhile I go against the tide like…Like dirty laundry, I fell for the PonziNow I wanna spill on them niggas like I’m clumsyWaitin on my moment to blow like a trumpetI slipped somewhere along the line, my mind malfunctionI’m used to being listed as a halfnotI came from the dirt but now the mother*****in sandboxI signed my John Han*****My dream faded away like a jump shotLong road ahead, no red stopsThe game’s a lot harder than it looks from the press boxCemetery pull but you can still good a guess likePlay the cards I’m dealt, just tryna make a jackpotI want more capeter than the key boy kept locked, it’s stiflingYou turned me into a villain, the crazy thing is I liked itIf being real’s a crime they’re wasting time on my indictmentsI made it like tomorrow’s not coming for meCrazy cus I’m ballin like I’ll never run out of moneyBut ***** it, life’s a gamble, bet it all on blackPlay with my scratch, I’ll put a glowing red dot on yo headYou just a snack and I will eat yo heart out yo chestAnd after seconds I got all these missing marbles and a fully loaded weaponIf you think I give a flyin ***** you got that wrong impressionIntroduce me to yo lady, I’ll be plottin to undress her***** you and all them niggas in yo studioGassin ya, I wipe what’s left of yo life out the calendarI got out my deal and went and celebratedOut at Chuck E Cheese, you caught yo journey in jail andAnd they don’t ***** with yall good at rapI don’t ***** with rats either, how fun is that?Yea I come from the bottom oh but I’m not going backAnd when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap(And when my foes go snap that’s when I go take a nap)(Verse)My only fear is failure, a dream is bout the only thing that I won’t sell yaAn empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphernaliaI’m that dope, grind like I’m flip brokeIt was the drivin and drank, then lean back and I’m fetchoMy rap quotes are exactly what it seemIf crack spokeThe club could say it’s too much soda on, yo lips beg the cokeGrill low passin, car on tinters, Coca Cola classic cansJust grindin til we come up, I hope you know that that’s the planSame mission, same hustle, we all struggleHalfhearted apology to the hoes that thought I loved youSnoop told me not to, me and Trip and you talked toNow, diss me I be done shot youFree bout here, free die too, just know that I missed yo famMy niggas was movin squares, I ain’t talkin scrollin through InstagramEvery show send them pictures man, ***** them hoe niggas snitchinThey got my folks in the system, someday I’m going to visitPriz – the only place with more bars than thisEither that or the pharmacist, honest shitMilitary ammo, my cartriges rip all through yo cartilageDon’t shoot from too far, don’t missThose my 2 rulesMight be new to you but no, I ain’t new schoolLoose screws, when I was signed I was also on news tooTop store, 30 shells popped out of glock 4When the first cocaine music, first drop shit I shot shortIt never ready, just ratata, sorta of a Robert HoryThese rappers, they brought meDon’t care when they got extortedAnd I’m fortunate just to make itFrom what you sell or you snortedBut these hoes who ain’t even pregnant get paid for several abortionsThought of getting endorsementCoppin cars I couldn’t affordRidin round with that strap on safety, you a target if you importantAnd I’m important cus I provideIf mama cryes I rather be the prime suspect than the victim of a homicide,I’m traumatized
