No Trippin' Lyrics

You smokin

You sippin

You leanin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

You smokin

You leanin

You sippin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

You smokin and trippin

You can't see the difference

You hide them emotions

To show all yo niggas you realer

My nigga sit down an jus listen

We grew up so similar

Get to the money

Regardless We one in the same

See I was a youngin jus watchin

The way that you move

Takin pieces of game

Elementary niggas was makin it happen

He scrapping to show em he down

Junior high niggas flipping them birds now

He stopped movin G's and he moved up to pounds

Ion know if you knew but I knew it would happen

My nigga I still hear the sound

Made a lot of mistakes

So I make these mixtapes just

To make all that shit up right now

I remember you pulled up

An niggas just knew what I was

Things feelin so strange

Niggas still gangbang

In my hood trade it all for them drugs

We dibble an dabble in methods of coping

But sometimes my niggas need love

Bump my shit on the radio

Now miss my niggas

I send em some love from above

Hold up wait

New take

When we gonna get a break

From the pain and the stress of the crowd

Hope this ship don't sink

If it do

Then oshea float away

Like the smoke of this loud

Been to more funerals now

Then my momma

She worry about at times

I channel my energy

Turn on some music

I fill up my notes wit some rhymes

Some niggas

Give in to the pressure

I feel it

And kill it

I live in my prime

We fightin our family

Emotions get higher

You sippin an leanin

Around

You smokin

You sippin

You leanin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

You smokin

You leanin

You sippin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

See as a youth all my niggas was trapping

But me i was focused on rappin

Putting that white in a bag say he learned from his dad

He on top of the fractions

He copped him a beam

Said he need some attachments

His brother look out while he bag it

Wait

Hopin that 12 don't pull up with the stick

Then my nigga we seein some action

Now who woulda knew

It would turn out the way that it did bro this life gettin tragic

Them summers was cool

You looked out for niggas

God damn

I wish I could match it

No trippin it's true

Stay humble an pray up

I miss all my niggas

I'm maxing

Four am in the booth but I feel like I'm stuck

Never leaving my nigga just pass it

You smokin

You sippin

You leanin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

You smokin

You leanin

You sippin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin

You smokin

You sippin

You leanin

You gone

No trippin

No trippin

No trippin