[Intro]
(Hot 97 Ebro in the Morning throwing shade at Don Trip and his biggest hit, Letter To My Son.)

[Verse 1]
God Speed but in the meantime
Let me give you lil guys a lil time to prepare for a brawl
N***a my hit list lookin' like a grocery list
I'm about to start pickin' n***as off
I got so much bread, i got hitta's on call
Hot lead in the rapper make his ice unthaw
All about the paper
Motherfuck a label, i cut my own check
I'm a motherfuckin' saw
I answer to me, i call myself boss
Boss can i put some time in and take off?
Fuck is you thinkin'
You take a vacation these haters gon' swear that your shit's fallin' off
My kids miss they father
My youngest a toddler
I left for two weeks, i came back she was walking
You know how that feel?
I seen it too often
Try to please y'all and i almost lost it
Time to get back to what matter most
I should let the money catapult
From the center of the jungle
Got a mil' on my mind
And you lookin' like antelope
Ain't forgettin' where i'm from
But i come from the slums
And i ain't never going back broke
Hi, my name is Chris Wallace
I'm addicted to the dollars
Stayin' rich the only antidote
God Speed
God Speed, June 23
[Verse 2]
God Speed on the way but in the meantime
Stay over there on your side, i'm warning you for the last time
Yo' bitch got my pics in her room like a shrine
I feel so heavy, she call me The Don
My clique like The Mob
We do what we what, flippin' that dope like a fuckin' baton
Whenever i'm home i feel like a god
Read every book but the holy Quran
Gave so much money to momma and squash all our drama
I'm lining up all my good karma
My son's getting smarter he tutors my daughters
If that ain't success, what'chu call it?
Try if you wanna
Stand eye to eye with a monster
And see who'll be first to go under
Cause ain't no more warning this gone take an army
You can't win a war with a suicide bomber
Don't get the picture too focused on selfies
I made the bread like i just bought a deli
I could write a book about how to get fetti
But please read the warnings, "results may vary"
On top of my cream like peanuts and cherries
And my only wish is to fuck Halle Berry
She gettin' older so i better hurry
If i hit her once she gon' wanna remarry
If i hit the trunk it's gon' turn to a rally
The lead at your legs, we'll see who's the fastest
So into clashin' i bought extra mags
If i shoot you now, you gone shit in a baggy
Bitch i got drive, i got work in the taxi
Respect my dough mane, I ain't talkin' Go Daddy
Just checked the mail
So i'm gonna cut off them albums
Now i'm off to the bank laughin' madly
God Speed