Interlude (Godspeed) Don Trip

[Verse:]
Wake up, bitches it's me
I've been gone for a minute
I gave you bitches about a year
And you ain't did shit with it
Fuck are you gonna do if
If I did quit spittin
If I did say fuck the rap shit
Move away and took care of my children
Now I'm too mothafuckin hot to be chillin
Bout to light it up and burn down your village
Hear ye, hear ye
I get paid yearly
One, two, three, four, five, six digits
Meanwhile, I'm laid back in the six whippin through traffic like I'm runnin from the fuckin lieutenant
Boy I keep blowin my money but I'm fucking with a woman that insist that I save every penny
Nah, I can't save this game it's hopeless
I'm so disappointed
These niggas just loafin
They braggin 'bout small paper
Nigga that's a post it
You just can't wait to get on Instagram and post it
Help Is On The Way
I was pushing so hard trying to get a message to ya just to open
Message undelivered, return to sender, I guess I should have paid more for the postage
Ain't life grand
Niggas ashamed to admit they a fan
Cause they rap too
I remember when I used to rush home
To watch Rap City every afternoon