Don Trip - Godspeed lyrics

And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues Da da da da da daaa da I'm still on my job I got work to do until my ma can quit her job Put it all on me Maybe I won't let her starve R.I.P. to the paper, turn back round and rob Paul All I have in this world is my word and my balls At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad Fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall If its me against the world, then I plan to take em all You lil n***as too soft, cotton balls I ball Cotton Bowl Talk cash sh** That's all I know Spit game so sick I might stop your nose Hi, I'm fly with a flock of hoes Let a b**h ride me she lost control Its been 14 months since I sh**ted on n***as so pardon me while I drop a load These lil rappers got way too comfortable Boy you're sweeter than Jaylen's jungle juice Hit your block with all these drums Your neighbors will think a parade was coming through Call your b**h like "Bae I'm coming through" She's like "Oh okay, I'm waitin boo" I'm so sorry if you think I'm savin you Your chances are shorter than Daisy's daisy dukes I'm too great to lose So fly, I just flew the coop Gray hair, yes I'm getting old Still gettin blowed like chicken noodle soup Who gon stop me? I'm still waitin for a candidate All these busters swear they riders until they ridin in an ambulance I'm more wealthy than I ever been Success is sweeter than gelatin I'm bout it bout it And all my closets got choppers inside them not skeletons I stick to the money like its magnetic I'm savin my heart for Ms. Halle Berry I live life faster than Kyle Petty Your money's funny, Malcolm and Eddie Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti May God look after the unlucky ba*tard who left with the ha**le to come and get me Me so arrogant Me no give no f** Pop quiz, who the sh**? Alright pencils up Where my competition? Oh I wish em luck Cause I don't give a sh** And I'm not giving in And I'm not giving up Rob the game blind Alright stick em up f** your feelings until I get a nut All this money still I can't get enough Count so slow shawty I'm not in a rush I'm still on my job I got work to do until my ma can quit her job Put it all on me Maybe I won't let her starve R.I.P. to the paper, turn back round and rob Paul All I have in this world is my word and my balls At the moment both my balls getting borrowed by your broad Fully loaded pistol with my back against the wall If its me against the world, then I plan to take em all