Interlude (Godspeed)

[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

[Rap City sample]

I used to love this shit, I swear
Now I'm like fuck this shit, I don't care
All I wanna do is fight and the gang got scared
Now I'm movin with my auntie and uncle in Bel Air
And if my words upset you
So what, really I could give two fucks
Add another nail to your coffin
Mention me, now it's hammer time
Better tool-up
I got a lotta loose screws, slow it down, to get screwed up
Same bitch gave the whole team head
See her with her nigga, she act like she never knew us
I ain't waitin' for peace
I'm wavin' the piece
And taking a piece
You had your chance, however brief
Now you should think about taking a Seat
Look what I make in a Week
My pockets are greedy
I don't take a break, I repeat
You niggas doing the most
You doing the most but you making the least
While I prepare every plate for a feast
We see eye to eye
We don't have to agree
They say the heart is a house for love
Right now I'm thinking 'bout breaking the lease
You and your goons
You don't look so crazy to me
You look like the Brady's to me
My knives are sharp and serrated for beef
We holding court with AKs in the street
I got no rules, I say what I please
I do what I want, I take what I need
Life is a bitch
When she hand me lemons, I pull out the hammer and make lemon squeeze
My flows a disease
I'm 'bout my Cut like an amputee
Tricks up my sleeve
Live everyday like I'm on a retreat
Strapped for a war, but I'll never retreat
Keep makin money, I'm never complete
I'm never content, I'm never at ease
All I ever knew how to do is compete
And now all that's left to compete with is me
They say when you no longer able to play
The day you let go is the day you can teach
On that note
Even if I lose, I learn
So I'll never know the taste of defeat
Godspeed