Lyrics Trip Samples - JL

Trip Samples

Whats good, whats up
You ain’t really doing big stuff
I be in the lab with a pen and a pad
Until its 9am
What you know about that
I’m trying to get it
Till I got it
Riding around the city making profit
I am never stopping till the day I’m in a coffin
Sicker than these Ballerman flows I’m coughing
I ain’t stopping till i d-i…e
Sky’s the limit said b-i…g
And the lies are what my 3 eyes see
Man this worlds so corrupt everything ain’t what it seems
You can follow all your dreams
Or sell crack
Hit the NBA bust a couple caps
Sit behind a desk man and everyday just fax
Or sit behind a jail cell and always watch your back
25 to life and selling white
With a man who just murdered his wife
And got 10 they just tryna lock us in playa
Racism at its finest
I’m finding the more you try to fight it
The more you just deny it
So autopilot I’m flying up outta here
Cuz America is falling in a couple years
I’m just hoping that I ain’t alive to see it
This world is gunna need us
Like a second coming of Jesus
I’m making green bags
State facts for my city
Like a state track
Me number 1 athlete
Can’t nobody match me
Can’t nobody catch me
Too cold on the flow
Let me know if you wanna pass the mic to me so I can lay this down
Let me lay this down
Rep state town till the day I’m in the ground like that
It’s all behind my back and I come see you bruh
I ain’t got no milk up in my cereal
Turn my volume loud up on my stereo
My flows gunna kill the game like lil terrio
Look there he go, uh
Times is changing
My mind is racing
Lost inside this maze is quite amazing
But let me go
Can’t be free if history repeats itself
Just a never ending cycle
Fuelled by power lies in wealth
And they say power lies in wells
So I keep pieces on my shelf
I don’t need your cash or help
I go get it for myself
I’ve been tryna do my thing
They be tryna stop my pay
Let that ak40s spray
Ratatatat boom when I step into the room
It’s doom to whom I set my sights on
Drive with no lights on
Don’t even turn my lights on
Knock them out just like Tyson
Witness how I spit this
With this mic up in my hand kid
I had to grind for everything
Nothing was handed
Its all behind my back and I come see you bruh
I ain’t got no milk up in my cereal
Turn my volume loud up on my stereo
My flows gunna kill the game like lil terrio
Look there he go