Life's A Trip (Remastered) Lyrics

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

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 mixing the pots well

Engineer on the mission

Mixing my vocals

Make sure I sound right

See what I sound like

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 lion 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 L 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 repping