Lyrics Don Trip – Starve
Text:
The money’s Great, I guess
But no amount of money could ever purchase respect
Tainted by the Trap, I could never work at a desk
When Pop left home, all he left was his Debt
King ass nigga wasn’t born into wealth
Chances of making it is smaller than an F
I’m just keeping us from falling, I’m sort of like a belt
Momma ain’t agree with the decisions I’ve made
Baptized two times still we haven’t been saved
May god guide whoever decides to get in my way
Got a one track mind the mission is getting paid
Know I ain’t get to pick which cars I get to play
I’m just trying to that bullshit here into some spades
And no tomorrow ain’t promised
So fuck it, now I’m suicide bombing
Singa B:
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
Now I can blame all my troubles on the white man but that doesn’t explain what’s on my night stand
Glock .40, hotter than a frying pan
Close range, shorten up your life span
And I ain’t even trying to write my wrongs
Cause even once i’m dead life still goes one
Just another black man, no hero song
I was journeying through Hell every night I lived
Just so i can bring Heaven home to my three kids
Karma probably looking for me for some things I did
But I dont give a shit, not a bit of guilt
I come from slanging bricks, only I was trying to build
A better way to eat, another way to live
Heart of a giant, never ran or hid
Getting clumsy with the lighter trying not to burn a bridge
Singa B:
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
I could have been a doctor
I could have been a lawyer
Instead I got lbs. tip toe’in across the border
Try’na make a couple hundred dollars off a quarter
That blinker got us lil niggas feeling immortal
Truth is we lost if all we wanna be is rappers
You see the pretty picture but you never read the caption
I do this for my brothers who are being held captive
Cause we don’t know no other way to feed our families
We never learned the trade, all we’ve ever known was trappin’
Stepped in the dope game, never mind practice
Then we get shackled and momma end up gettin’ caught up in the rapture
Now her heart’s colder than Alaskans
Living in the movies, lights, camera, action
Except when the director yells, cut!
We still actors
All my niggas lost, we need a motherfucking atlas
Cause nothings in the bank
We put it all under the mattress
Singa B:
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
We will never starve
