To: You (I must be trippin) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I must be trippin'
Motherf*ckers out here sayin' they different
Ain't no one think that you different
If you say otherwise, they ain't gonna listen
To a word, they aimlessly flyin' around like a bird
Don't know what you learned, don't know what you heard
You the same as everyone in this world
These shots, they ain't missin'
My lyrics man, they always be hittin'
On the microphone, these facts I be spittin'
So please, sit down and listen
You gotta be humble
Notice how in this rap, thеre is no mumble
Work out thesе rhymes like a gym in a jungle
Don't look in my eyes unless you wanna rumble
But that sh*t's off topic
Back to the main cause it's fly like a rocket
Got these facts in my pocket
Throw that sh*t at you and it hits like a rocket
You cannot stop it
This is not ignorant, this song is not Lock iT
Your balloon yeah I popped it
I know you mad, you red like a lobster
Stop saying you different
Because with everyword, yeah I am spittin'
These rhymes aren't written
Because you know that I know I'm indifferent
Don't care what you thinkin'
Hell, cry about it if I hurt your feelings
You don't know what you missin'
Takin' for granted this world that we live in
This world, it is not nice
Take it for granted, it'll roll you like dice
This song, it came out just right
Stuck to your head, this sh*t is like lice
You don't wanna fight
Cause that'll start problems, that sh*t's not right
Here comes the chorus
Better get ready, cause we gon' take flight

[Chorus]
I must be trippin'
b*tches out here really sayin' they different
Ain't no one think that you different
And I don't care that I hurt your feelings
This sh*t is lame
Shout out to Juice cause these b*tches the same
I got this fame
Get all this money and spit on your grave
I must be trippin'
b*tches out here really sayin' they different
Ain't no one think that you different
And I don't care that I hurt your feelings
This sh*t is lame
Shout out to Juice cause these b*tches the same
I got this fame
Get all this money and spit on your grave

[Verse 2]
Lyrical athlete
These raps are so fast, this sh*t like a track meet
You don't gotta ask me
This voice got the knowledge, and it stay raspy
Cause I know exactly
What you be thinkin': This man's flow is nasty
[Chorus]
I must be trippin'
b*tches out here really sayin' they different
Ain't no one think that you different
And I don't care that I hurt your feelings
This sh*t is lame
Shout out to Juice cause these b*tches the same
I got this fame
Get all this money and spit on your grave
I must be trippin'
b*tches out here really sayin' they different
Ain't no one think that you different
And I don't care that I hurt your feelings
This sh*t is lame
Shout out to Juice cause these b*tches the same
I got this fame
Get all this money and spit on your grave