Yeah, this is the best part of the trip Hold on to something, hold on to something We about to take the road less traveled You ain't gotta go home, but
in your head, you need to unwind Your losing your grip, the paranoia never ends It's all in your head, what you see in your mind There's no reason to trip
the way you stimulate the kids and their parents Will fulfill the applications to be inducted Into the regiments, respect to the veterans And the pioneers, with dying
in the summer time no te metas I'm on my way to the park where my homeboys kick it I'm seeing them Juras drive by but they ain't tripping It's all good
last time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Sir Crown] Ey holmes throw on some fuckin oldies ese [Lil' Rob] Orale let me trip on this
Dear Mr. President with all due respect I wish we could have a conversation I would take a trip done to your residence So we could talk about the state
right? Only 'cause it's late at night And who knows what's out there She was right tho', ain't gonna help with a light tho' People dying tonight 'cause
Only cause it's late at night And who knows What's out there She was right tho Ain't gonna help with a light tho People dying tonight Cause yo this
girls Momma Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm smoking bud daily Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm going blood crazy Gutter Living Got me tripping I'm
that cusche nigga Devil: Damn! Lynch: see what im sayin? Devil: Yep..Shit! (Inhale) Devil: you know that muthafuckaz thought you was dead? Lynch: dont trip dont trip
bitch NOPD trying to send me upstate With a murder case, what the fuck Can somebody pick the place No not today I'm gone get mine Never ever dying But
gotta pay my bills leave bread in the will All to the old girl see ya'll hoes betta chill Now back to the game lotsa nigga been dying for this Done
I just watch the mountains grow Listen to the wind lie to me Diggin' those changes on the radio Cravin' some cool, cool water I'm dying of thirst like
the time before, well... We're here again How long, who knows? It's not your right to tell me Where this trip will go Pull away You're dying today You
flowers to steal Head trip for the mortal earthbound One sip of the blood that I found Lying here I'm dying here Dying here Dying here Dying here
the big boss Lil' niggas dying to be on yo' team Everybody looking your way, you got cream No fucking tattle tales, trips to jail Have a all-around trip
ends (that's right) But a young nigga needs the green in this day and age Phones my seven man crew, grabs the 12 gauge But now fools tryin to trip My
shit Thugs town, right now car jacks and sales County bus rolls through niggas trips to jail What the hell won't trade it, high class can't fade it Out of town trips