Featuring: Juicy J

Producer: Chefry Kitchen

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
I said I bet all my money on the man in the mearor
I'm so greatfull that the shit I did [?] land me in prison
I sit lonely at the top, but I stand and deliver
You looking for something real, I'm the man to consider
I got ice in my vanes, I got shit on my mind
I'm just making something shake, like a fish on the line
I make more than brick money, when I whip up a rhyme
You ain't fucking with mine, I forgive you for trying
Ain't a damb thing free, not even freadom of speach
It's a cold cruel world, baby [?]
And I'm grinding up, the last thing I need is sleep
I be at them niggas' necks, like a Jesus piece

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Say they gon hate on you no matter what, just keep counting up
They don't wanna see you winning, so just keep counting up
They don't like it, that's they problem, nigga keep counting up
They got shit to say regardlous, worry when they stop talking
Say they gon hate on you no matter what, just keep counting up
They don't wanna see you winning, so just keep counting up
They don't like it, that's they problem, nigga keep counting up
They got shit to say regardlous, worry when they stop talking

[Verse 2: Don Trip]
Full time grind, I been at it all night
Sorry I can't pay no bills, with no Instagram likes
Look at me, I done moved everything except white
I'm just [?] I never been read my rights
But that's old, I put up the bole
Never trust a soul
I left all my friends at home, and took my brothers on the road
I got closets full of weapons, I got no room for my clothes
I got luggage cross my living room, I'm always on the go
More and more inspired, everytime they tell me no
Yeah my heart is cold as ice, they can't never say I'm froze
They can't ever fit they look [?] going against the code
I do all my dirty [?] so I know nobody talk


[Chorus: Juicy J]
Say they gon hate on you no matter what, just keep counting up
They don't wanna see you winning, so just keep counting up
They don't like it, that's they problem, nigga keep counting up
They got shit to say regardlous, worry when they stop talking
Say they gon hate on you no matter what, just keep counting up
They don't wanna see you winning, so just keep counting up
They don't like it, that's they problem, nigga keep counting up
They got shit to say regardlous, worry when they stop talking

Don Trip

Christopher Don Wallace, rather known as Don Trip, is a rapper straight out the gate from Memphis, Tennessee. As pioneer of the Memphis sound, he’s put out a consistent stream of mixtapes, albums, and projects since the mid-2000’s.

At the age of 15, he started rapping, eventually obtaining a massive following as a street rapper.

However, his hit-single “Letter to My Son,” went semi-viral on YouTube, fueling his transition toward mainstream hip-hop.