The Trip - Stalley

Just tryna stay alive on 75

With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side

Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray

All the way to the A

Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe

Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high

All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A

(Correct)

On the wake up, I thank God with a smile

Then roll over and put my feet to the ground

Grab my lighter, put the flame to the mile

Get my zone then hit the shower

'Gather up my manpower for this new day

Bape camo, sweats shattered backboards in the suitcase

The monte gat a tape deck, so I grab my two tapes

Eternal 99 and Southern payerlistic

It’s a playas ball, the Daytons crawl whenever I’m up in it

The leather weed scented, the wood shinin' like diamonds

This is actual life, this is more than just me rhymin'

My eyes set on the highest heights so

This is more than just me climbin'

I come from a climate of violence and drug sells

Where the community is divided by hatred and gun shells

No trippin' on the past, Gucci slides on the gas

Reflectin' on it all with my hands on the wheel

Just tryna stay alive on 75

With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side

Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray

All the way to the A

Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe

Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high

All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, just tryna get paid

From the O-H, to the I-O, straight to the A, all the way from the A

My road to freedom on this interstate

Tryna ease my mental state

I sit alone in this glasshouse with four-door

Starin' at open road

Prayin' that this trip is everythin' that I’ve been hopin' for

My life has been on overload on all this stress, I can’t control

Sittin' and doin' the same things over is what I don’t condone

So I pick up and smash on before insanity latch on

I’m lookin' for good vibes like lavender rose stones

A rollin' stone who writes poems off experience

Shed off dead weight, the bad energy, don’t carry it

Count my blessings, stay humble and don’t ego trip

But never simp', keep the Eagle gripped

That’s my second amendment

The penmanship is authentic

That’s why they follow it

No matter where I relocate, they follow him

The pill of bein' a leader, had to swallow it

My life’s an institution, here’s your scholarship

Just tryna stay alive on 75

With my Nina buckled up in the passenger side

Got a tank full of gas, in the ashtray

All the way to the A

Music turned up and I’m feeling my vibe

Blue lights shining bright, don’t blow my high

All this money on my mind, yeah, my mind’s on the money

All the way to the A