trip to detroit

[Verse 1: youngmindtrip]
Bitch I was raised in the C L E
Yeah I changed my whole life off of 3 LP’s
The only box you can put me in is 6 feet deep
Bitch I'm rolling up the green tryna stay healthy
Kar98 hit that boy from long range
Pulling strings behind the scenes like I’m long feng
Smoking spidey pack and shooting webs in Aunt May
Flowing on those beat, I could do this shit all-day
Smokin' gas, yeah it stink, like it go to Comic Con
Mindtrip, killin' shit, ima rap phenomenon
Throwin' jabs, dodgin' shots, like I’m in the octagon
Buckshot, to the brain, so ya better call it off
Cause I’m collecting opp skulls like it’s Halo 3
And all your bitches online like Master Chief
Shoutout Birdo, 'cause this beats a fuckin masterpiece
Yeah you need to stack your cheese 'cause I don’t rap for free
Shoutout Jozie, that’s my mufuckin choom
Black Moon River’s where I lay inside my tomb
Smoking all this gas, zaza my perfume
Killed the whole game while just chillin in my room
Ain't no Glock in the glovebox
I’m Nokris when the gloves drop
If you really bout it throw it down at the bus stop
Ain't no Glock in the glovebox
I’m Nokris when the gloves drop
If you really bout it throw it down at the bus stop

[Verse 2: *hollow*]
They say ima dead man walking, I must be a rich set of bones
On my wrist a skeleton
I been getting paper every day just like a author with 2 homes
I don’t settle for no settlement
Opps want beef with me then they gone die buried in sediment
Real dog shit like it’s really canine excrement
Bread for war baby ima bulldog in his element
Aye this jugg republic shit be taking presidence
Leave it up to us we taking presidents, I thought that was evident
Mhmmm I really did
Aye for any of my brothers I’ll give cuddie my whole rib
I’m not sure bout how u living but me I’m getting to it
White kid plugged in, conduit
You not sure if I’m stepping god damnit, ima prove it
Aye the chop turn the opps to King Julian, they finna move it
What I’m making in my home studio is con music
You can turn this shit on and you jugg shit to it
This ain’t GTA but I jus took a brand new buick
Slide to the opps crib and ran thru it
Like they ain’t outside bitch I knew it
They ain’t got no fucking motion or movement
They already dead so just do it
All the opps be taking shots back to back they in clubs
Catch me throwing up the dub don’t give no fucks
Aye I always keep it tucked I won’t let you get one up
Been a dawg since a pup I took some l’s and got back up
Still got ones that ima try to get back on, if I see em that’s good luck
Throw the ones or use the stick like a hockey puck
Like it don’t matter if you knuckin im gone buck
Cuz bitch you nothing and I’m moving like a truck
Like a lollipop I hear your shit sucks
Me I’m living luxury deluxe, 5 star slut’s
Couple racks in my account and in my pocket a few bucks
Took a private plane to 3 different states think I been doing too much
Well fuck I’m ina rush
You know the bands keep calling ima keep it in touch