lirik lagu don trip - february 31st
[intro]
(d~mn, tooch)
(zack feezy)
yeah
[verse]
my head spinnin’ on my second day with no sleep
tryna get in the game and make it out the nosebleeds
life’s a b~tch, i know that you would look so sweet
but my soul’s ridin’ underneath like gold t~~th
back when you would pay a couple hundred for an oz
i almost married the streets, but got cold feet
road to riches and my tires got a slow leak
’cause my entourage consist of felons and parolees
college wasn’t never in the cards for a n~gga
we was playin’ dodgeball, we gon’ ball ’til they hit us
we gon’ ball ’til the laws come get us
if they catch us with the sh~t, they’ll send us all up thе river
never say dеpendent, d~mn, big spender
now you in a jam and got a public defender
my lil’ partner put his opp on a shirt
now he not comin’ home ’til february 31st
it’s hard to really say who got it worse
’cause they both went in the box, one went in the dirt
both they mamas sick and baby mamas hurt
i wonder which one of your friends’ll f~ck your baby mama first
only time’ll tell
boy, these n~ggas tellin’ like they part of ysl, gettin’ saved by the bell
i was raised by the scale, break it down to sell
the way i broke the blocks, i could’ve made the nfl
my granddaddy used to move yayo, yeah
’til he got hooked on the powder under his nails
yeah, i know i said it before, but yet and still
if jalen never pick up the sack, that means i failed
so i got work to do
you play with my money, you get the business, b~tch, and i take it personal
i don’t give a sh~t who i offend
i just came to finish what i started, then i started makin’ ends
i’m still runnin’ rampant in this lane that i’m in
it ain’t a win ’til i turn my w’s into m’s
clutchin’ a staccato, shootin’ out the gym
if i’m not ballin’ out, then i’m studyin’ some film
the last thing i’m ever gonna need is more friends
so it’s me vs. you vs. him and vs. them
yeah, f~ck ’em all, yeah, f~ck ’em raw
they thought they was f~ckin’ with me and i’m appalled
even when i p~ss, i got a pistol in my draws
i’m prepared for the sh~t that’s waitin’ outside of the stalls
strapped like a j~p because outside is a war
if you late to the draw, they gonna outline you in chalk
talkin’ to the devil, he too broke to buy my soul from me
i been a real n~gga since i left my mama ovaries
my daddy left before my second birthday, supposedly
thirty~seven years later, now the n~gga notice me
my heart frozen solid, you don’t know a n~gga cold as me
if you gon’ give me flowers, then make sure them sh~ts is coca leaf
couple words of wisdom left for anyone opposin’ me
you need holy water, a crucifix, and a rosary
this my real life, so none of it’s been rehe~rs~d
i come from sellin’ prada, none of it was merch
nothin’ get discussed if the money isn’t first
my baby need shoes, my woman needs a purse
[outro]
i said even once i’m dead, sneak my pistol in my he~rs~
in case h~ll is where i’m headed after leavin’ h~ll on earth
word to pif
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