Intro

Intro—Trek Life

How many rhymes I gotta write for yall

Spit fire and be enlightened yall

Drop a brand new album and reignite the raw

Me and Tommy back on the road not even slightly flawed

It’s Super Cali’s umm without the fragilistic fraudulent s*it

Years on the ****** is actin different

I guess the fame I have from rap is slippin

My brother told me never ever react to *******

And so I cannot will not won’t do what they do

Check the stacks on me my legend is not a fable

While your publicist made you and soon you’ll be played dude

Plus you light weight drink a cool one at the table with you

I wrote this rhyme in the cove all day

**** the black phase hard work yes poor J

Delta 9 s*ine wide pull with their force propaganda

MHI we on the rise

Kept my eyes on the prize required the steady grind

Told my people we would make it one hand at a time

That was the mission behind the spittin and now I’m trippin

Watchin it all take place and comin to finish it with yo

I hate a whack jam the same way that Oprah Winfrey hate the inner city black man

That’s a real lie

You know she want all em killed all whatever tho

Kick a flow rock a show and get the **** peal off

Just like a classic caper of some sort we stack the paper just for comfort

But that ain’t all that we come for

We duke west life on the beat sonic check real quick

The government be the boyfriend and ***

I’m Trek Life fact service the rip rip rip

Put up yea yea one two