The Note (Scottie Pippen)

[Chorus]

I tried to talk, but nobody listen

So I kept it in like a body piercin'

But what the fuck, man, I’m probably trippin'

I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen

Yeah, I be on some old bull shit

[Verse 1]

But my emotions unlikely to show

That's why I lock the door when I’m writin' this note

So if you find it first, please politely just go

To anyone who gave a fuck and recite what I wrote

As I stare at this rifle I load

Standin' on this chair, tippy toes as I tighten this rope

I think about my mama, the nights in the cold

Fuckin' being poor, now she tried to lighten the load

I know at times it was mischievous

The whole reason, you and the man never succeeded

I caused trouble to the point that they would leave ya

Believe me, thought I was the only man you needed

Vodka, a corner left in this bottle

I'm sobbin', somebody pass this message to my partners

That money ain't shit, neither is these hoes

Just a bunch of shit you gotta leave here when you go, fuck it

This rap game ain't shit for me

Made a lotta foes, the only thing it ever did for me

Made a lil’ dough that I never got to spend on me

’Cause everybody fuckin' hand was out like I was a Christmas tree

And these same niggas who envy me

Was all up in the club of my section, sippin’ my Hennessey

Niggas runnin' up like, "Bro, what up? Remember me?"

How the fuck would I remember someone I ain't never seen?

The baddest broads I done ever dreamed

Was all up in my home, dome, bone, everything

But then it's crazy when you find out that they snake

It’s like you better break us off, or I'ma make your fans hate you

Call up the laws and say, "This nigga tried to rape us"

And you don't stand a chance when they look this DNA up

Damn, lose-lose on some real shit

Type of stress that make a nigga hit the kill swit—

[Chorus]

Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen

So I kept it in like a body piercin'

But what the fuck, man, I'm probably trippin'

I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen

Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit

Yeah, look

[Verse 2]

Cheers to the haters

Boys wanted to see me down for years, they done made it

Tears smearin' on this paper

Takin' shot after shot, nowhere near feelin' faded

But a nigga is faded

Though ain't no preacher or a scripture, a Bible now that could save me

And tell my ex-bitch that she's the blame

And I'ma dedicate this kill tip every fuckin' time she plays it

Karma, bitch, this shit is karma

And here my stupid ass was, thinkin' I'm important

Goin' through your phone, seein' pictures of Marcus Thornton like

"When the fuck did she become a fan of the Hornets"

Bitch, fucked up

Watchin' SportsCenter like, "I know this nigga fucked up"

Burned soul on some real shit

Type of stress that make a nigga hit the kill swit—

[Chorus]

Yeah, I tried to talk, but nobody listen

So I kept it in like a body piercin'

But what the fuck, man, I'm probably trippin'

I be on some old bullshit, Scottie Pippen

Yeah, nigga, I be on some old bull shit, Scottie Pippen

Yeah, yeah, I be on some old bull shit

[Outro]

Pro', what's up?

Nigga, open the door, nigga

Pro', Pro'