Don Trip - Godspeed lyrics

And the whole world, loves it when you
Sing the blues, da daa, da da, da daa daa

Im still on my job i got work to do until my
Mom can quit her job put it all on me
Maybe I won't let her starve
RIP to Lil Paper
Turn back round and robbed Paul
All i got in this world is
My word and my balls
At the moment both my balls
Getting borrowed by your broad
Got a fully loaded pistol with
My back against the wall
If it's me against the world
Then i plan to take'em all

You lil' niggas too soft, cotton balls
And I ball, Cotton Bowl
Talk cash shit, that's all I know
Spit game so sick I might stop your nose
High, im fly with a flock of hoes
Let a bitch ride me she love control
Been 14 months since i shitted
On niggas so pardon me, while i drop a load
These lil' rappers got way too comfortable
Boy you're sweeter than Jaylin's jungle juice
Hit your block, with all these drums
Your neighbors will think a
Parade was comming through
Call your bitch like, "Bae im coming through"
She like, "Oh, Okay I'm waiting boo"
I'm so sorry if you think im saving you
Your chances are shorter than
Daisy's daisy dukes i'm too great to lose
So fly, i just flew the coop
Grey hair, guess i'm getting old
Still getting blown like chicken noodle soup
Who gon' stop me
Im still waiting on a candidate
All these busters swear they're riders
Until they're riding in an ambulance
I'm more wealthy than i've ever been
Success it is sweeter than gelatin
I'm bout it bout it, and all my closets
Got choppers inside 'em not skeletons
I stick to the money like it's magnetic
I'm saving my heart for Ms halle Berry
I live life faster than Kyle Petty
Your money's funny, Malcolm & Eddie
Make you disappear, Malcolm the edit
Fresh out the jungle, Serengeti
May God look after the unlucky bastard
Who left with the hassle to come and get me
(WHOO) me so arrogant, me no give no fuck
Pop Quiz, who the shit? Alright pencils up
Where my competition? Oh i wish them luck
Cause, I don't give a shit
And im not giving in, and i'm not giving up
Rob the game blind, alright stick'em up
Fuck your feelings until i get a nut
All this money still i can't get enough
Count so slow Shawty im not in a rush

Im still on my job i got work to do until my
Mom can quit her job put it all on me
I bet I won't let her starve
RIP to Lil Paper
Turn back round and robbed Paul
All i got in this world is
My word and my balls
At the moment both my balls
Getting borrowed by your broad
Got a fully loaded pistol with
My back against the wall
If it's me against the world
Then i plan to take'em all