Trippy Tha Kid - Think lyrics

[Dylan Ross] Got the game sewed up You reap what you sew How many grams in an ounce (50) How many grams in an ounce of weed though (70) Old school with a box paper riser With the whip Where the weed go Bumping league bros You won't exactly ever see me in some ALF gear But you will also never see me in a mink coat I'm a positive man I'm a positive man I do not promote evil More than anything I promote thinking But thinking is almost illegal Regal Regal A king but I lead from the background Draped up in solitaire humility It'll be something when I come around Bucking and Zagging with Trippy Tha Kid And trippy also got something missing about as little it makes sense Zag to Zag Got you surrounded in chicken like your waiting for the results of an AIDS test [Trippy Tha Kid] Trippy Tha Kid uh Yo Whack a** trash a** rappers wanna talk sh** I murder every beat And nobody better than our clique Reppin whatever I do whatever I want I've been rapping ever since my homie lived in Lamont Smoke a blunt in the front not giving a f** When the fuzz come around we can run in the crib Make a song cause the music is all we love No hoes come around less' they s** the dick We the sh** Trippy Tha Kid, white guy who Knows how to spit I change the game Dylan Ross on the track again I be zaggin and slangin my axe again I decapitate the hate and separate real from the fake Born just great, It's up in ya face Look around but nothing changed Got my own game and my entertainment Face it Like a blunt, your girl likes to face it You can have mine like trading places I open mine while your mind is caved in Caved in Caved in