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letra de frostbite [intro] - don trip

[intro]
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

[verse]
pledge allegiance to the grind, i’m back on it
i ain’t never turned my back on it
it’s a new season, i’m still ballin’ like i’m tryna reach a contract bonus
turn your lights out, i got the clapper on me
don’t push me, i’m standin’ on the ledge already
i don’t see none of y’all n-ggas as threats
if i did feel threatened, you’d be dead already
i mean that sh-t
heavyweight trip, make the seesaw lift
can’t stop grindin’ ’til we all rich
’cause ain’t no commercial gon’ feed our kids
i ain’t come this far to be y’all friend
i know enough gorillas, i could be tarzan
get too close to my personal sp-ce, might swing on a n-gga
like a tee-ball stand, tryin’ to be civil
i just hopped off the line with a n-gga that’s about to take a long-ass ride up the river
he ain’t even trippin’, he was gon’ lay it down
he just waitin’ to find out how much time they would give him
he said his daddy, all three of his brothers, and both of his uncles are all in prison
oh, my god, it’s a cool, cruel world
need a hat and a coat and a scarf and some mittens
we made it out of the hardest conditions
i’ll never confess, only god is my witness
they said that god got a plan for us all
if that’s the case, my story already written
so f-ck it, let’s go get back to the ducats
i’m standin’ on business ’til i kick the bucket
n-ggas get murdered by n-ggas they trusted
i’m strapped when i fly, there’s a gun in my luggage
woo
i worked too hard for this sh-t, i am not finna lose
stop playin’ with me, you n-ggas really must like eatin’ hospital food
whoever, whatever, whenever, wherever, that sh-t can get settled
patch it up, never, when ties get severed
i hold a f-ckin’ vendetta forever
forever and ever, shame on you tryna cross me out
told y’all n-ggas i was standin’ on the ledge
suicide bomber, can’t talk me down
say it with your chest, don’t all speak now
y’all n-ggas let me down
y’all lost all my respect
now it’s in the lost-and-found
n-ggas i came up with
twenty years later and they still on the same old sh-t
you should be f-ckin’ embarrased
i put the bait on your hook and you still can’t fish
tryna get wealthy, f-ck bein’ rich
know i can be anything but a trick
know how bad n-ggas gon’ hate mr. trip
and i keep a shotgun ’cause i know they gon’ blitz
know they gon’ try
they want a cut of my pie, but they ain’t do sh-t to deserve it
that guilt sh-t ain’t workin’, i know they hurtin’
but i’ve never given a f-ck like a virgin
naw, i ain’t f-ckin’ with y’all
i got some hitters that hit if i give ’em the nod
honestly, honesty’s such a commodity
that i’m the only one fit for the job
[outro]
long live pif
frostbite
(dtdakidd)
(beat those drums)

- don trip

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