Checking in (Intro)

[VERSE]

Can\'t quit

We ain\'t make it to the top yet

Tooly in the case

Pray to grace ain\'t got to pop it

Down in Cackalacky

Where they ask, \"Why you ain\'t pop yet?\"

A top prospect

Crawford with the cross-step

Yeeeeshh

Fiend type of game

She always want a peice

Was on lean like a sprain

But I had to break the lease

I don\'t need all that fame

Just some dollars and some peace

Butter for my Korn

and a Freak on the Leash

Capiche

And it\'s still f*ck the police

Atleast

Till they quit tryna press like a crease

Rest in peace

For all those deceased

It\'s for y\'all I keep the beast in my reach

Momma tried to raise her a preacher

Teacher

But got lost in the ether

The cash had me gassed

But the gas made me crash

Tried to last in the stash

But that fast came to pass

And that\'s the simulation

Y\'all been eating off this stimulation

Out the mud like the vegetation

And that\'s the separation

Between me and all the second placing

So smash plates

Crash gates

And riot with me if they try to keep me out

Just give it bout a year or two

And this the Tripp that everybody gonna be speaking bout

[VERSE]

Running through the mountains

Pushing on the street

Take out food, till I get to the bag

Everybody round me tryna eat

Been up on my grind

I ain\'t even hit brakes in weeks

Almost crashed on the drive it seems

I\'ve been missing out on sleep

Still I\'m at it, never padded stats, and never did bluff huh?

You sabbatic, I\'m a hustle addict, I can\'t get enough ma

Dig it its tough huh?

I\'m starting a new wave

And this is the cusp

Never needed diamonds all over my cuffs

F*ck we ball, that snow on the bluffs

Yea I\'m clocking overtime but still the work feels it\'s too slow

I\'ve seen bundles buy up boxes packed with reeces and skittles

Now I\'m racking up like 80 plus

Hours normally

Cleats old and worn

Pi\'erre Bourne

I\'m outside

Keep it sealed, nah ain\'t out mine

Cause we always keep it G

Y\'all don\'t know bout who you speak on

When you talking about me

So check your stride

One day I might have time

Get your b*tch

Keep your grind

Both might end up mine

Chain on since a young boy

Never broke was the want boy

You cut your slopes with the runs boy

But that creatine my team seeing green

Had to put bands in different accounts

All with fake names and different amounts

We getting work off here in the mountains

NC where I be

C Z with 16

TV\'s a big screen

Clips on both of them

Rolled kush and Riesling

I\'m holding them

And these hands

Ain\'t folding them

So how I\'m supposed to be?

I lost scraps, I lost packs, back on them old streets

I had some close friends, saying they watching closely

And they all had my back

Yea supposedly

Keep your head down that\'s what they told me

You lucky my grandmother holy

Tryna pay her back not only

All of my family, all of my homies

I walk in this b*tch they think I\'m the plug huh

Cause I look Mexican and I\'m with thugs huh