Trippin Deep Lyrics

Ay, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets

I got a talent with this rapping God had blessed me like a sneeze

Post a snippet to my page before I drop I gotta tease

I'm steady stressing over none smoke a lil' some my mind at ease

Always thinking what if this and what if that these situations that I'm placing my mind in like all the time I'm tripping deep

Going through all them withdrawals could barely sleep, could barely eat

Tryna withdraw millions with the team I the drive I got the dream

It's not so many that be real but there's so many who be fake

And It it barely any love but there's so many who gon' hate

Always keeping this shit real so many times I've been done snake

Ain't wanted help when I was down and now I'm up, they think we straight

Losing interest in that school, I could never concentrate

Paper route, I got a lion heart I'm some like Golden Tate

I'm tryna get up out the dark stop playing games, lying on my name

I close my eyes, I'm fried tryna focus, feel my body levitate

How im gon' make it, they keep saying it so I keep going harder

You hear the hunger in my voice with every verse keep going farther

Been flipping chapter after chapter through my story I'm the author

Gon' stick one-hundred through the rain to see the shine with all my partners

I'm gon' turn the city up sooner or late going larger

I took some losses but that shit just made me way motherfucking smarter

Haven't cried in a few years wont let my demons see me falling

You come in my zone I'll pick you off feel some like Sauce Gardner

Can see the passion in my eyes can hear the pain, talk about the past

And I ain't stressing bout relations cause them bitches don't never last

So much confusion in my heart cause times I've been done hella bad

They always ask when I'm a drop about my mental they never ask

So much shit going so fast up in my mind feel like I crashed

Was taxing gas to the lil' feins to try and make me a lil' bag

I done burnt so many bridges made new ones to pass the gas

And you would think I got straight A's with my assists I always pass

Ha, man, fuck

Aye, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets

I got a talent with this rapping God had

Ay, you could show a hoe the world she still gon' run back to the streets

I got a talent with this rapping God had blessed me like a sneeze

Post a snippet to my page before I drop I gotta tease

I'm steady stressing over none smoke a lil' some my mind at ease

Always thinking what if this and what if that these situations that I'm placing my mind in like all the time I'm tripping deep

Going through all them withdrawals could barely sleep, could barely eat

Tryna withdraw millions with the team I the drive I got the dream