Don Trip - The Messenger lyrics
[Don Trip - The Messenger lyrics]
Yeah, these streets don't love nutin'
And we don't get no 401k for this drug money
You gotta watch your friends to
Make sure they ain't bloodsuckers
You gotta watch your step
My whole block is a mud puddle
Your ho's don't care about you
Your partners ain't really gotchu
Go broke or go to prison watch
How quick they forget about ya
I seen it so many times
Regret is so ill advised
Niggas celebratin' once they get
To the finish line
Except you celebratin' before crossin'
The finish line
You think you ain't got shit to lose
You in for a big surprise
You don' got jammed up, your momma got cancer
You calling your bitch collect and
That bitch never answer
You know she got a new nigga
Got your ass pacing round your
Cell praying like hell
It ain't some nigga that was cool witcha
Wait until the news hit ya
That your whole crew's snitching
Crazy coz big homey tried to tell
Your ass to move different
Niggas don't listen when the money comin'
You can't tell 'em nutin'
You on the three-way begging for
Favours you need lawyer money
Checked your Instagram two weeks ago
You out here flashing money
And the lawyer won't pick up your jacket
Until he get half the money
You can't use the money they caught you with
Illegal tender
Like Wyclef said: gone til' November
You'll be gone to November
And nobody's gon' remember
You think you somebody special 'til they
Throw your ass in prison
The first maybe four or five
Months people gon' visit
But by month six or seven people
Gon' go back to living
Now you in that bitch tripping
Devoting your attention to shit you can't
Do shit about in federal detention
You get word
Your lil' bredders ain't holding
Your momma down and some rap nigga out here
Knocking your woman down
Damn you feel that shit in your stomach now
You wanna plan the escape and
Hunt that nigga down, but
Escapin' ain't as realistic as it sounds
In reality your ass'll be 80 when you get out
And as soon as you think shit
Fucked up and it's spillin' over
They ship your black ass off
Somewhere in South Dakota guys doing time in
I hear living conditions in there
Worse than a zoo
Damn, I'm just tellin' ya what
Rappers never share with ya
Coz these niggas is characters but
Don't shoot the messenger
And we don't get no 401k for this drug money
You gotta watch your friends to
Make sure they ain't bloodsuckers
You gotta watch your step
My whole block is a mud puddle
Your ho's don't care about you
Your partners ain't really gotchu
Go broke or go to prison watch
How quick they forget about ya
I seen it so many times
Regret is so ill advised
Niggas celebratin' once they get
To the finish line
Except you celebratin' before crossin'
The finish line
You think you ain't got shit to lose
You in for a big surprise
You don' got jammed up, your momma got cancer
You calling your bitch collect and
That bitch never answer
You know she got a new nigga
Got your ass pacing round your
Cell praying like hell
It ain't some nigga that was cool witcha
Wait until the news hit ya
That your whole crew's snitching
Crazy coz big homey tried to tell
Your ass to move different
Niggas don't listen when the money comin'
You can't tell 'em nutin'
You on the three-way begging for
Favours you need lawyer money
Checked your Instagram two weeks ago
You out here flashing money
And the lawyer won't pick up your jacket
Until he get half the money
You can't use the money they caught you with
Illegal tender
Like Wyclef said: gone til' November
You'll be gone to November
And nobody's gon' remember
You think you somebody special 'til they
Throw your ass in prison
The first maybe four or five
Months people gon' visit
But by month six or seven people
Gon' go back to living
Now you in that bitch tripping
Devoting your attention to shit you can't
Do shit about in federal detention
You get word
Your lil' bredders ain't holding
Your momma down and some rap nigga out here
Knocking your woman down
Damn you feel that shit in your stomach now
You wanna plan the escape and
Hunt that nigga down, but
Escapin' ain't as realistic as it sounds
In reality your ass'll be 80 when you get out
And as soon as you think shit
Fucked up and it's spillin' over
They ship your black ass off
Somewhere in South Dakota guys doing time in
I hear living conditions in there
Worse than a zoo
Damn, I'm just tellin' ya what
Rappers never share with ya
Coz these niggas is characters but
Don't shoot the messenger