Propain - The Note (Scottie Pippen) lyrics
[Propain - The Note Scottie Pippen lyrics]
I tried to talk, but nobody listen
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I’m probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, I be on some old bull shit
But my emotions unlikely to show
That's why I lock the door
When I’m writin' this note
So if you find it first
Please politely just go
To anyone who gave a fuck
And recite what I wrote
As I stare at this rifle I load
Standing on this chair
Tippy toes as I tighten this rope
I think about my mama, the nights in the cold
Fuckin' being poor
Now she tried to lighten the load
I know at times it was mischievous
The whole reason
You and the man never succeeded
I caused trouble to the point
That they would leave ya believe me
Thought I was the only man you needed
Vodka, a corner left in this bottle
I'm sobbin'
Somebody pass this message to my partners
That money ain't shit, neither is these hoes
Just a bunch of shit you gotta
Leave here when you go, fuck it
This rap game ain't shit for me
Made a lotta foes
The only thing it ever did for me
Made a lil' dough that I never
Got to spend on me
’Cause everybody fuckin’ hand was out like
I was a Christmas tree
And these same niggas who envy me
Was all up in the club in my section
Sippin' my Hennessey
Niggas runnin’ up like, "Bro
What up? Remember me?"
How the fuck would I remember
Someone I ain't never seen?
The baddest broads I done ever dreamed
Was all up in my home, dome, bone, everything
But then it's crazy when you
Find out that they snake
It's like you better break us off
Or I’ma make your fans hate you
Call up the laws and say
"This nigga tried to rape us"
And you don't stand a chance when
They look this DNA up
Damn, lose-lose on some real shit
Type of stress that make a
Nigga hit the kill swit
Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I'm probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit
Yeah, look
Cheers to the haters
Boys wanted to see me down for years
They done made it
Tears smearin' on this paper
Takin' shot after shot
Nowhere near feelin' faded
But a nigga is faded
Though ain't no preacher or a scripture
A Bible now that could save me
And tell my ex-bitch that she's the blame
And I'ma dedicate this kill tip every
Fuckin' time she plays it
Karma, bitch, this shit is karma
And here my stupid ass was
Thinkin' I'm important
Goin' through your phone
Seein' pictures of Marcus Thornton like
"When the fuck did she become
A fan of the Hornets" bitch, fucked up
Watchin' SportsCenter like
"I know this nigga fucked up"
Burned soul on some real shit
Type of stress that make a
Nigga hit the kill swit
Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I'm probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit
Scottie Pippen
Yeah, yeah, I be on some old bull shit
Pro', what's up?
Nigga, open the door, nigga pro', Pro'
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I’m probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, I be on some old bull shit
But my emotions unlikely to show
That's why I lock the door
When I’m writin' this note
So if you find it first
Please politely just go
To anyone who gave a fuck
And recite what I wrote
As I stare at this rifle I load
Standing on this chair
Tippy toes as I tighten this rope
I think about my mama, the nights in the cold
Fuckin' being poor
Now she tried to lighten the load
I know at times it was mischievous
The whole reason
You and the man never succeeded
I caused trouble to the point
That they would leave ya believe me
Thought I was the only man you needed
Vodka, a corner left in this bottle
I'm sobbin'
Somebody pass this message to my partners
That money ain't shit, neither is these hoes
Just a bunch of shit you gotta
Leave here when you go, fuck it
This rap game ain't shit for me
Made a lotta foes
The only thing it ever did for me
Made a lil' dough that I never
Got to spend on me
’Cause everybody fuckin’ hand was out like
I was a Christmas tree
And these same niggas who envy me
Was all up in the club in my section
Sippin' my Hennessey
Niggas runnin’ up like, "Bro
What up? Remember me?"
How the fuck would I remember
Someone I ain't never seen?
The baddest broads I done ever dreamed
Was all up in my home, dome, bone, everything
But then it's crazy when you
Find out that they snake
It's like you better break us off
Or I’ma make your fans hate you
Call up the laws and say
"This nigga tried to rape us"
And you don't stand a chance when
They look this DNA up
Damn, lose-lose on some real shit
Type of stress that make a
Nigga hit the kill swit
Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I'm probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit
Yeah, look
Cheers to the haters
Boys wanted to see me down for years
They done made it
Tears smearin' on this paper
Takin' shot after shot
Nowhere near feelin' faded
But a nigga is faded
Though ain't no preacher or a scripture
A Bible now that could save me
And tell my ex-bitch that she's the blame
And I'ma dedicate this kill tip every
Fuckin' time she plays it
Karma, bitch, this shit is karma
And here my stupid ass was
Thinkin' I'm important
Goin' through your phone
Seein' pictures of Marcus Thornton like
"When the fuck did she become
A fan of the Hornets" bitch, fucked up
Watchin' SportsCenter like
"I know this nigga fucked up"
Burned soul on some real shit
Type of stress that make a
Nigga hit the kill swit
Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen
So I kept it in like a body piercin'
But what the fuck, man
I'm probably trippin'
I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen
Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit
Scottie Pippen
Yeah, yeah, I be on some old bull shit
Pro', what's up?
Nigga, open the door, nigga pro', Pro'