[Verse : Kojo-Trip]

Trippy! Uh…

True story, got no money and no friends

They say it’s not a man’s car if it’s no benz

Life is a party and they ordered us to slow dance

Prolly why I go ham on a slow jam

I been on the rocks cuz I’ll never get to know when

The ticking stops, we’re living clocks

Not everybody gets the photo, still we all get cropped

And they sold you a dream, bro your photo’s shopped Uh!

I’m next up, I’m Dexter, always cooking in the lab, spitting that extra

It’s the premier league and you’re akin to Leicester

Go ahead and stunt, you know your reign wouldn’t last the

Length that short of a plaster, they told me

That I’d be the one outsmarting the masters

The real robbers be the bankers and pastors

And every day it’s the same questions they ask us

They’re not sons of God, could these niggas be bastards?

Pimps and actors? Singing to the glory of our empty pockets?

Fake ass Frank Sinatras? Always getting slept on just like a dirty mattress

Living in they fancy address, see you acting like a rose

Nigga you a fucking cactus, playing them foul tactics

Forgot how you a fake and how I seen you practice? ha haa

Uh Mamba ambedzi agor, I ain’t come for games

Always been about the Kwacha, couldn’t care for dames

Got a extra set of clips, I never miss my aim

Say you’re sick, clever joke but we don’t piss the same

All of my niggas sick with the words

Only came for action like we in love with the verbs

Trynna make it and get outta the burbs

My nigga Clipse came through with the hearse

Hit the gas and we don’t ever reverse

[Verse : A-Clipse]

A – C!

A.C Got it trippin on tracks

I was sippin’ on faxe when I written all that

Till I’m sitting on racks I be spittin more crack

Even there and then a nigga won’t slack

Chale picture all that like it’s Van Gogh

I try giving examples, for all the fellas with the wack flow

I’m way diddy like I’m past dro

Your flow missing like ya Castro

A’s only bout the cash flow

Wey e be nothing but the facts bro

I go dey get am from the get go

The flow hard like its steel, that’s a klepto

I spit bars make you feel, make you stress so

Make you rest in beats, I rep with ease

I spit like a Mac I squeeze I keep shooting

No forget the dash before you rep the C’s

Make them trip like a ecstasy

From the neck to knee you get bodied

We dey wreck the beat den lef homi’s

The wey we speck the beat its just prolly

The whole sect is deemed to act folly

With more sense, its all things

With more bands, so fuck rent

We cop things till its all spent

No nonsense if you gbenke we

I bless songs you for thank a G

And you’re welcome bruh!