JL - Trip Samples lyrics

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 pa** 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 k** 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 k** the game like lil terrio Look there he go