Open Letter Don Trip

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
Woke up this morning with money on my mind
With a bitch on my lap tryin catch the sunrise
I swear I be wanna go somewhere
And chill sometimes
But my baby's gotta eat
So daddy's gotta grind-
And I can't fill they stomachs
With the words that it tried
So daddy works even when he's tired

Til the bullets run out and the shot clock expire
I give it my best Shot, I aim for the sky
Try your luck, I promise I will aim for hind
I know life's a bitch, I won't complain until I die
Fresh like I walked inside my wardrobe and died
That's fresh to death, boy am I sly?
And although I'll never go back to where I been
I'm still flier than Marty in his DeLorean
No I don't want it to end until I've made some more ends
Ironically the more I make, the more I spend
Staring down the barrel as the cylinder spins
Death is at the door, I hope nobody let's him in
Sheesh!
Look at me, doper than Dr. Quinn
I've been acting an ass, still don't know how to pretend
I took a victory lap and gained less value for Friends
Natural born leader I could never follow Trends
My home's a lions den but I be everywhere
I'm like the king on the Chess board, I can touch every square
Never for show and tell, preparing to go to Hell and take all you bitches with me on the way down
Shut up pussy lay down
We'll be there any day now
Tomorrow ain't for certain so I gotta make every day count
And let that marinate
Don't let my fruitful words go to waste
I am not from this planet and I'm wearing out my stay
I saw the devil yesterday, he told me, He could save my soul
If I place all my bread in the bowl and past it around
You know like a collection plate
Then he'll ensure that all my sins will wash away
I told him I appreciate the offer, but no thanks
But if you selling Holy Water, I'll take four pints
I could have cashed in at the soul bank, ha
I rather hit the Lotto though
I can't take prayers to no bank, ha
So I rather watch my pockets grow
Staying optimistic, getting Blow like an optimum
If life is ice cream, it'd be Rocky Road
Weapons ready, Lock-N-Load
He who stands in my way, gotta go
Gorilla shit
I promise, not one monkey can stop the Show
All these rappers niggas getting sloppy
Think I lost control
Pillow talking to these dirty bitches saying that I lost it all
But they know who they fucking with
Well I say, they know they ain't fucking with me
Well let me clear this shit
Take a second to kill this shit
I wrote a note for all these rappers
You wanna hear this shit?
Fuck you
Fuck the people who support you
Fuck your fans
Fuck your family
Fuck whoever endorsed you
Fuck your friends
Fuck your kids
Fuck whoever records you
Fuck your momma, what was she thinking, why wouldn't she want to abort you?
Poor you
Look at what you just made the Boy do
I might need a break from all this shit that I'm going through
I was slanging dope walking back and forth to school
And I came a long way, now I got plenty more to lose
I came a long way from wearing Payless Shoes
Trying to take what I've earned and make Late Breaking News
I get how I get it and I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
I say, I get how I get it and I will take it before I lose
Sincerely, the brightest nigga with a short fuse
Forever True, from me to you
God Speed
God Speed