Don't Trip

Bad memories running through my head again Smoking on some Kush, aka the finest medicine Thought I wasn't nothing, now I'm sprouting from the sediment Fixing to make history, that's word to Mr. Edison Been snapping for a minute, think it's time I get some Benjamin's More venomous than a cobra tweaking off pure adrenaline I'm a whole different specimen Sparking up for the hell of it And spilling out my thoughts, hope you know that my shit is genuine Ain't settling for nothing till the crib has got an elevator Want to prove that I can spit my feelings and get hella paper Tell a hater suck a dick, I'm busy rolling up a spliff And plotting with my homies getting fucking rich Rummaging for more weed, they ask why I ignore sleep Because I want to see how fun and shitty all the tours be Fuck what you heard, I'm diabolical like Voorhees You're asking to get slaughtered if you disrespect the war chief Dodging all the shit they throwing towards me Dropping rivals, got them needing morphine Haven't felt stable since fourteen But now I'm getting high as shit, always got that pressure Tell Wiz if I outsmoke his ass, we fucking make a record There's a lot of lesser known artists who go hard as shit Every letter and syllable, you bet I put my heart in it Young arsonist with hella drive to show the world I'm marvelous I got this figured out so you can miss me with those arguments Kill depression with confidence Fuck who says you're a narcissist In my zone I'm like Spartacus stacking up hella carcasses You do not want a part of this, I'm a force to be reckoned with Pessimistic perfectionist trying my fucking best to win Got to maintain the leverage, I've never been an extrovert But on the microphone I put ambition into every word Resulting in a reckless verse full of hype and aggressive words Impressive verbs that have enough potential to make legends churn When I make some sick designs, I'm asking you all to rep the merch As a way of helping out the independent predator I just stole a pack of matches strictly for competitors I'm bout to tie their asses up, pour gasoline and let them burn The world is on fire but I'm asking y'all to listen You don't have a single thing to lose by staying optimistic I know you have some thoughts that make you want to stop existing But the mind is not a part of you that you should call a prison So go on and express yourself, as someone who's been through hell I can tell you that a pen and paper really fucking helps If you end up trying it and come to find you're underwhelmed I'll just say that life's a trip and for a time we're gonna dwell And not know what the fuck we're doing Find out what you love pursuing And I promise you'll be chilling when you get shit up and moving There's always more to learn so never think you're done improving No one cares if you have talent if you lack the guts to prove it Can't trust anybody, nowadays we don't know what the truth is That's why I'm riding solo in the Chevy bumping music Yeah, and that's all she wrote