Lyric Intro

When I grab my strap, you know you bout to die
I know it ain t right, but forgive me cuz I m high
Plus, I don t give a fuck about this cursed-ass life
I fear life more than death, now that ain t right
Just beacause I m white doesn t mean that you shouldn t feel me
If you don t like it, suck a dick, you ll just have to kill me
This shit s real as is gets, I can t be helped
By the time I m done I ll have a graveyard under my belt
I tell muthafuckaz not to start no shit
If you do, you ll get your fuckin wig split
These bitches say I m soft, bvut they just don t know
I m Lil trip, boy, I ll make it so your kids won t grow
I don t play no fuckin games, you know that I m real
Wit my four-five of safety, I m ready to kill
Feel me, the rhymes I kick and the words that I speak
Muthafucka say what you want, I ain t weak
Shit s real in the battlefield, kill, kill, kill
Murder, murder, murder, boy you know that I m real
Look down the barell of my baby and I see a bullet
One in the chamber, how I ride, and you know I m ready to pull it
I smoke an L to the dome, now I m high as fuck
If I see my beef, boy you know you shit outta luck
I take a shot of liquor so I can face the madness
Now I m drunk and high, I feel like I m the badest
Fuck the world s what I scream, on the muthafuckin scene
Waking up the next day, that s my worst muthafuckin dream
So if you step to me, you ll get you shit split
Cuz I m Lil Trip, and I don t take no bullshit