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 shit
Years on the niggas is actin different
I guess the fame I have from rap is slippin
My brother told me never ever react to bitches
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

F**k the black phase  hard work  yes poor J
Delta 9  shine 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 dope 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 sex
I’m Trek Life fact  service the rip rip rip
Put up yea yea  one two