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December First
270
Hip-Hop/Rap
December First was released on December 26, 2025 by MRVL Recording Group as a part of the album Forgiveness Is God's Job... Part 2
album cover
Release DateDecember 26, 2025
LabelMRVL Recording Group
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM117

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Trip
Don Trip
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Trip
Don Trip
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tooch
Tooch
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
[Instrumental]
Yeah
(Damn, Tooch)
Yeah
[Chorus]
I ain't takin' no time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lionsaults, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, might find my flaws
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm shinin' like I was diamond-studded, big papa pump, I'm a Steiner Brother
Got binoculars and I'm poppin' up with a road map tryna find some trouble
Here I is, Guerilla Clique still killin' shit with no sign of struggle
Say more money, more problems for me and the haters comin' like a dime a dozen
My wife ain't here, I'ma fly her to me, she spoiled, so I gotta buy her somethin'
Phone's hummin' like the dryer runnin', if you chase it, you never runnin' out of money
Full speed ahead while leanin' backwards, told the bank teller on to greener pastures
Might spill on you, might need a napkin, if it's beef you bringin', please bring a spatula
Cook with me, stand-up guy, but it's a crook in me
Two-Clip Trip, two clips indeed, except I come from pushin' P's, literally
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
I went and signed my damn self and now I gotta give myself a signing bonus, wait
Shinin' on 'em, money so tall, I'm climbin' on it
My daughter just sent me her Christmas list, this girl just asked for a damn pony (Damn)
Took a long look in the mirror, almost had me a fan moment
You damn right I chase the money, my Ben Franklins got pants on 'em
[Chorus]
No time off, fresh out the water, no dryin' off
Pif tryna hide all the weed smell, now the whole house smell like Pine-Sol
Flippin' them 'bows like lionsaults, strapped like a motherfuckin' crime boss
Okay, tick-tock, time is money, but you can't make back the time lost
Don't mind me, I paid all my dues, mind your business, don't mind the cost
Fresh to death, white lined in chalk, rock more Supreme than Diana Ross
Got it out the mud, not tryna floss, look too close, might find my flaws (Damn, Tooch)
Two-Clip Trip been grindin' hard, even back when we was grindin' soft
[Outro]
Long live Pif
Written by: Don Trip
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