Trip Samples - JL

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