Don Trip ft. Starlito – Road Warriors Ringtone
(Verse)
Say goodbye to my conscience
Meanwhile I go against the tide like…
Like dirty laundry, I fell for the Ponzi
Now I wanna spill on them niggas like I’m clumsy
Waitin on my moment to blow like a trumpet
I slipped somewhere along the line, my mind malfunction
I’m used to being listed as a halfnot
I came from the dirt but now the motherfuckin sandbox
I signed my John Hancock
My dream faded away like a jump shot
Long road ahead, no red stops
The game’s a lot harder than it looks from the press box
Cemetery pull but you can still good a guess like
Play the cards I’m dealt, just tryna make a jackpot
I want more capeter than the key boy kept locked, it’s stifling
You turned me into a villain, the crazy thing is I liked it
If being real’s a crime they’re wasting time on my indictments
I made it like tomorrow’s not coming for me
Crazy cus I’m ballin like I’ll never run out of money
But fuck it, life’s a gamble, bet it all on black
Play with my scratch, I’ll put a glowing red dot on yo head
You just a snack and I will eat yo heart out yo chest
And after seconds I got all these missing marbles and a fully loaded weapon
If you think I give a flyin fuck you got that wrong impression
Introduce me to yo lady, I’ll be plottin to undress her
Fuck you and all them niggas in yo studio
Gassin ya, I wipe what’s left of yo life out the calendar
I got out my deal and went and celebrated
Out at Chuck E Cheese, you caught yo journey in jail and
And they don’t fuck with yall good at rap
I don’t fuck with rats either, how fun is that?
Yea I come from the bottom oh but I’m not going back
And 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 ya
An empty CD case of mine, it struck paraphernalia
I’m that dope, grind like I’m flip broke
It was the drivin and drank, then lean back and I’m fetcho
My rap quotes are exactly what it seem
If crack spoke
The club could say it’s too much soda on, yo lips beg the coke
Grill low passin, car on tinters, Coca Cola classic cans
Just grindin til we come up, I hope you know that that’s the plan
Same mission, same hustle, we all struggle
Halfhearted apology to the hoes that thought I loved you
Snoop told me not to, me and Trip and you talked to
Now, diss me I be done shot you
Free bout here, free die too, just know that I missed yo fam
My niggas was movin squares, I ain’t talkin scrollin through Instagram
Every show send them pictures man, fuck them hoe niggas snitchin
They got my folks in the system, someday I’m going to visit
Priz – the only place with more bars than this
Either that or the pharmacist, honest shit
Military ammo, my cartriges rip all through yo cartilage
Don’t shoot from too far, don’t miss
Those my 2 rules
Might be new to you but no, I ain’t new school
Loose screws, when I was signed I was also on news too
Top store, 30 shells popped out of glock 4
When the first cocaine music, first drop shit I shot short
It never ready, just ratata, sorta of a Robert Hory
These rappers, they brought me
Don’t care when they got extorted
And I’m fortunate just to make it
From what you sell or you snorted
But these hoes who ain’t even pregnant get paid for several abortions
Thought of getting endorsement
Coppin cars I couldn’t afford
Ridin round with that strap on safety, you a target if you important
And I’m important cus I provide
If mama cryes I rather be the prime suspect than the victim of a homicide,
I’m traumatized