Life's A Trip Lyrics

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 fuck a bitch

Because I'm horny ass fuck

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 fuck 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