March 5,1999

Don't trip x2

Aye bitch roll up another spliff

And if she pop off ,keep ya cool homie and dont trip

Don't trip x3

 

Been doing this shit since i was 12 , devoted to the music because being bored is something like Hell

Dodi is top shelved , i know its smelt when we pass the precinct

But we dont trip and keep it lit , it just a natural instinct

Play a beat and i rips it as you hear the words parting my lips

My kind is extint , but i stay with all my crips

Close knitted , my verses are too addictive

Descriptive when i say my life i shitty , spittin adjectives

No adlibs , coke got her her doing backflips

Sarastic when she asks when im a lil chubby , how my abs feel

Never with the drama so i chill in the back field

Mad chills when i give into the the indica

Cast a shield when im shot at by these replicas

But i keep i G an hit those spots in ya head thats critical

Spiritual and mythical when describing this individual

Im fictional like a montage ménage à trois with Lisa Ann and Nicki Minaj

Nissan 370z in the garage be ready for this lyrical barrage

Sippin magma hotter than plasma turn for the next chapter

Fuck ya wife long dick style now she wants its faster

But i dont trip

I just roll a spliff and and get higher than a fuccin blimp

Since im from the south i guess its in my blood to be a pimp

Wont catch me slippin or bitchin because God let me take a glimpse

Into the heart of a fuck nigga , wanna fit in so he says he'll pull the trigger

But actually killin would tear em to shreds , Jack the Ripper