[Intro]
DT da Kid
B-B-Beat those drums...

[Verse 1: Don Trip]
I'm back...like I time traveled
Bout my sack like a linebacker
I cross the bridge drippin' gasoline, cause I plan to set it on fire after
Turn your back on me, best of luck
Ain't no sense in going back and forth
Left my sewing kit on that bridge I burnt
I don't ever plan to patch it up
I'm a cut my loss if it ain't addin' up
Bag it up and watch it multiply
You merely adopted the dark
I was born in it, I was molded by it
It ain't no surprise, I'm a last of a dying breed
Baby, I'm a sole survivor
God forgive me
I swear a n***a been strapped since I played GoldenEye
Yeah, N64
Spray a n***a chest, NWO
Pick who gеt next, meeny, miny, moe
Tic Tac Toe
All I got is Os
I ain't got no friеnds
All I got is bros
Brought them on the road
They at all my shows
I'm not tryna boast
Every n***a with me got a hammer on them like we stopped at Lowes
That's just how it goes
We don't celebrate until we make it home
Bitch I'm in my zone
Playa Fly told me, I deserve a crown
King ass n***a, I sit on the throne
Ask me where I been, right where I belong
I wish all my baby mommas got along
That way all my kids can always be together
But they ain't gonna understand it, til I'm gone
It's all my fault
I don't wanna talk
On my last nerve
Time to take a walk
[Don Trip & Starlito]
Long Live Piff
Long Live Dolph
Nother couple records, then I'm signing off
I've been grinding hard

[Don Trip]
Landlord trappin' Mandela nod
Courtesy of Stark
Stayin' stuck in public, I'm a shootin' star
Hope you get the picture, it's a work of art

[Together]
Long Live Piff...right here

[Verse 2: Starlito]
Step Brothers, that's for life yeah
I just left the movies watchin' Lightyear
I just left a wedding, text a bridesmaid
In a Hellcat, bumpin' Rod Wave
When it come to rap, we Lebron and Brady
What I mean is, we done stood the test of time
All you gotta do is press rewind
Plus we still gettin' paid
Doing what we love, I can't lie the pleasure's mine
Only problem is the game fake
And the players too, but it's just a grind
Drop another album for the college fund
I'm a treat it like a volume one
I might even call it Street Bop
Fuck the fundamentals, bitch I got a gun
Trappin' out a rental, look what I become
Listen closely I can coach (Lito)
N****s know me, I'm a soldier (Lito)
This one don't even got a holster
I'm rich and don't even got a sponsor
I'm the turtle in the rabbit race
Rather catch a case before I hesitate
I don't think I gotta elaborate
Keep it real
All I ever did was keep it real
That's why they wanna collaborate
I ain't trippin' on no old shit
If I press a button, they get wrecked today
I just left her fuckin' up a sack today
Bet I go and get it back tomorrow
Name a duo you know reppin' harder...
Than me and Christopher
[Outro]
DT da Kid
B-B-Beat those drums...