I never slip or stumble but dammit I'm still trippin'
I support my own drug habits with the shit that I'm flippin
I got blues, yellows and reds with the color the intensity varies
It's scary barely duckin the T's when I see them red and blue berries
Sometime's I front friends, but that shit happens rarely
'Cause I need these chips to put rims and DVD's in whips
And free trips don't keep me rich or bring me bricks...