Don Trip - 2 Clip Intro *** lyrics
[Verse 1: Don Trip] Welcome back! That’s what I heard when I walked in the bank this morning I ain’t even fronting, I only talk money Sorry if that make you feel less important That’s why you ain’t seen me lately ‘Cuz I gotta feed these babies I need you to pay me, I need this paper Last time I checked [?] gla** of water, don’t believe in favors I been on [?] like 20 years prior Last thing they’ll ever call me is a liar Getting paid, young n***a get paid Told Young Dolph you preaching to the choir Being this real don’t ever expire Being that fake ain’t ever admired I got four cars and you ‘gon find choppas in the trunk You be lucky if you find a spare tire I will ride ’til the wheels go flat Even then I’ma ride bare rim Lil n***a raised in the wild Call me Mr. Don Trippa Bear Grylls I swear I’m not as old as I feel I’ve been broke so I know how it feels Please be warned, I still shoot like my name Grant Hill This is short bus sweet n***a less is more Full time grind for an extra O You can kiss my a** like an X and O I’m so fly, I might even need a neck pillow Intruder alert if you step too close I got long range sights birth control [?] the fat lady didn’t get to sing this time Instead she left a note Wooh! I’m grown, but some things don’t ever change You spend your Sundays in church I spend mine at the gun range I’m far too blessed to complain I could never be ashamed And not everyone knows my name But I still can’t adjust to the fame Got a nice bag to my name I’m looking at like it’s chump change Few people really wanna work But everybody want change I got a nice bag to my name Looking at like it’s chump change They don’t really wanna work They all want change If a rap n***a diss me on a tape I won’t be near social media I’ma be on the way to meet wit ‘ya 2 Clip Trip, Expedia 8 Ball told me to keep it pimpin’ MJ told me f** the haters, keep winnin’ Gotti told me go and get the Benji’s And Juicy J taught me how to swim in it I’m in deep, diving like a Navy Seal Strapped like a Navy Seal I don’t wanna hurt nobody Homie I’m just trying to make it home So I can pay these bills Boy your money funny like Dave Chapelle I’m laughing to the bank like Dave Chapelle Forgot my GPS Don’t know if it’s the road to the riches or Hell Oh what the hell f** it we riding I’m sorry but there’s only one way to tell I never wish, but if I had one wish I wish Flex would get out of jail [?] too, a pair of good dudes I never offered you nothing but truth If Air Jordan started making dress shoes Maybe then I’ma start wearing suits In and out of courtrooms fighting lawsuits Boy it’s expensive but what can you do When you eat with vultures and they think you dying You can’t be surprised when they feed off you Now I need mine just for me to walk through n***as never keep it real like they ought to But that’s never here nor there I’m inside my lair with my cuz watching all the cartoons on the tube Godspeed!