Life's A Trip

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Life's a motherfucking trip you know
I'm a take you to my avenues and shit
Real talk
Life's a trip every time I pass through the block
I just sit and watch and hope the madness would stop
Riding through Hunts point looking at queens sell their twat
You would think the cable broke the way they hit the box
We hit the lot and say what up to all my real jeez
Sipping henny coladas letting the steel squeeze
As I paint this picture of this canvas here
We recline and inhale all this atmosphere
Check the atlas here moving to a new region
Thanking God for the blessings giving new seasons
Two reasons why I f*ck a bitch
Because I'm horny ass f*ck
And I'm feeling like a fucking pimp
We're eating shrimp cocktails when the rock sells
Dealers in the kitchen they're mixing the pots well
Engineer on the mission mixing my vocals
Make sure I sound right see what I sound like
You know this shit is crazy
I'm just this is just food for thought I'm just venting
Saying what I have to say
My dick got so many stamps
I swear I've gone global
Even though I'm still on the block
A nigga local
Let me coach you
Tell you the women that I go through
Never been on a plane
But feeling bi-coastal
One night in Asia this girl remains anonymous
Didn't even use my brain she gave up the noggin quick
Like a young bad ass kid she had a lot of lip
Shorty had potential but she's not getting a sponsorship
Trip to Puerto Rico drinking alcoholic coquito
Met a bad bitch at sofrito
Her ass like Jenny from the block in nine nine
Did it nine times kill the pussy with nine lives
Didn't wine dine didn't give her the Don Juan
Gave me Einstein f*ck her till her Third Eye Blind
Rock on I'm in the position to pop off
If I don't make it I hope my niggas would rock shows
As a little shorty adolescent a snot nose
Wasn't on Wall Street when I first saw the stock rose
Clouded by all this mayhem
Building sacks Straham
Counting numbers Rain Man
Bitches sniffing cocaine strands
I can't believe that my life is surrounded by all this shit
Real talk only nigga keep it realistic
And my niggas on the block I know you feel this shit
My party homies smoke a blunt pop a pill and sit
At times I contemplate on smoking too
See what the high does nigga having the smell too
If smoking weed would have my body move mentally
Life's musical notes I travelled through many symphonies
I can't imagine how prison be but misery loves company
So I'm inviting you to my luxury
Cold corner a young gunner people were judging me
See niggas lying with snakes that's how the jungle be
But luckily life's a fucking trip get your luggage be
Suitcases full of tears
Briefcases full of years
And every night when walking home be safe or be prepared
Would I get robbed? Would I get shot
When I feel big then I get packed
It seems easy surrounded by niggas that's real cheesy
Makes you look at a nigga real greasy
Don't get offended I may catch a big to my heart no pun intended
I just name many legends I hope they rest in heaven
I put my heart on this beat I hope my homies listen
There's no need for pretending
The Bronx I'm always reaping
The Bronx I'm always reaping

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