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Don Trip
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I think I'm gonna throw away the chains from my heart Cuz lately I've been feeling like I'm free I think I'm gonna give myself a brand new start I'll get back to my roots and then me
I'm still on my gangsta shit Chasing after C-Notes although I can't sang the bit Cool as an ice berg, sharp enough to sank a ship Still at fed money sometimes I just can't resist Again I ask, who is if I ain't the shit? East Side, I never been nobody's goon and I don't aim to miss Matter of fact I aim that bitch and shoot till it's time to change the clip Fuck the witnesses and I ain't concerned with no fingerprints They write us on the wall, I come from slanging bricks Never did shit I regret or nothing I can't admit Weapon's true don't make me paint it pink Although my life's a horror film I wouldn't change the script Prepared for war, that's right, I came equipped It take money to go to war, it's a good thing I'm rich But I will gun you down like I don't what famous is And bitch I've been a rider since my training wheels
I think I'm gonna throw away the chains from my heart Cuz lately I've been feeling like I'm free I think I'm gonna give myself a brand new start I'll get back to my roots and then me
I wish Milton could've witness this The taste of success is sweeter than a pixie stick Mr. Trip, I got more lines than a fishing trip You gotta know my people got them birds, no chicken strips My life's a movie limitless And as I directed my first, verse might contradict I told what I live, my biggest fault is honesty And honestly you would likely go blind if you caught a glimpse もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Your girlfriend's my bottom bitch although I am not a pimp I spit as if I'm gargling, I'm fly enough to park a blimp in mid air Pardon me, about I don't know Shorty and me Cuz I will gun you down not for a quarter piece unfortunately Grateful that my momma changed her mind about aborting me But now I'm ill enough to need an orderly Now back the beef, I'm already And more anxious to go ahead and ascend it cuz I still got no respect for the authorities
I think I'm gonna throw away the chains from my heart Cuz lately I've been feeling like I'm free I think I'm gonna give myself a brand new start I'll get back to my roots and then me
It's fuck the world nice and slow Fuck your president too, I forfeit my right to vote Extended glip on my bleakers appreciate my right to tow Before I stab you in your back, I slice your throat The truth lies in every single line I write or quote Starring at my competition through my riffle scope Is there a heaven for a G? That would be nice to know Only problem is a nigger gotta die to know Approachin' my goals in life a trillion miles to go (I think I'm gonna throw away the chains from my heart) Plus a million mouths to feed, I got no time to loathe I just get on my hands and get it, don't know how to hope (Cuz lately I've been feeling like I'm free) And Milton's been dead for years, I'm still tryin' to cope I'm well aware of how dark it is for all it down the hole But I'm shinning at this moment on a lot of note School of Hard Knocks we all know that I'm enrolled I'm still tryin' to make the honor roll
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