Came Thru Trippin

Ay, it's go time, and I'm loading up this pole of mines

I went broke, so back to robbing, that's the bottom line

He goaltending, that's how niggas end up posterized

Of course I'm sliding, he violated mine this nigga's supposed to die

Aye hold the line

The fetti calling, I need all of mine

Talk to God daily, but demons be working overtime

Child of the ghetto, we hung them garments on clothing lines

Solidified, I told you lil' niggas, this shit was more than rhymes

Truth is, this life I live shouldn't be glorified

But I'm a gangster, ask my momma, bet she won't deny it

I'm getting to it send them cookies cross the county line