Yeah, Frank V, proper those, out here on the streets trying to get this cheddar, trying to make this dough, yeah what about you homie, yeah you too, yeah that's right, I ain't tripping, there ain't no need to trip, let's get this grip, hey juice let that * roll
I'll be a hood rat's dream, all dressed in brown, all the hood rats scream when we hit the town, that low pro staff, man we ain't no joke, we sippin', Alizé puffin' hydro smoke, we could get low, but why that, rather kick the treble in the hi-hat, you say you're better, I don't buy that, say you got more cheddar, I must deny that, because we get more chips than you get yelled at by your bitch, say I'm lyin', pray I'm lyin', I stay defiant
* these motherfuckin' sirens, * these cops, * these radio jocks that won't play our hits, * it, this *'s fire
Still rocks, they can't hold me down while I got these glocks, get slick like Rick, knock these fags out the box, I hate when these fools kiss your ass in clubs, but when they get on the air, they show a homie no love
But I ain't trippin', we're gonna get our turn, we still got a lot to learn, we still got trash to bust, so * all you bitches as far as I'm concerned
I ain't trippin', we still rock the mass, I ain't trippin', we still drop the cash, I ain't trippin', we still cop the hash, slap your bitch's ass and mash
I ain't trippin'
You see, I don't give a *, that's how I was bred
And I'll be rapping till I'm 60 if it keeps me fed
So * what you think or what you thought
You bought my * or not, you smoke cocaine, smoke pot
See all that *, it makes no difference to me
Just don't * with my chips and you're cool with Frank V
I got no enemies, but I could make one
Been known to give a life, don't make me take one
Just try to get paid fat, and something brand new laid back
On the avenue, stayed strapped
I got nothing but love to give
But fools hatin' like I killed one of their relatives
And you never know, cause in the early 90s
In a hood near you, is where you'd probably find me
Waitin' to catch a fool slippin'
But now my money's gettin' stronger, I'm no longer trippin'
I ain't trippin', we're gonna get our turn
I ain't trippin', we still got a lot to learn
I ain't trippin', we still got cash to burn
So * all you bitches as far as I'm concerned
I ain't trippin', we still rock the map
I ain't trippin', we still got the cash
I ain't trippin', we still cop the hat
Slap your bitch's ass and mash on the gas
Bitches come, bitches go, bitches *, bitches blow
Bitches call 911, in case you didn't know
So when I come across a dirty hoe, I'm not Frank the Rapper
I'm a mechanic named Sergio
Low pro in the game, that's how we survive
Nine to five, what the * is that?
I make a living off of rap, who the *'s the match?
I'm neutral, but if they bust, I bust them right back
Little homie, take advice from a vet in rap
Get your chips, but if they trip, trip on them back
And when you go across town, better take this
*, and empty out your clip if you're under attack
I'm here to steal you strong, not steal you wrong
Get this paper, homeboy, and live long
And if them motherfuckers trip on your grip
Let your finger flip and say, homie, don't trip
I ain't trippin', we're gonna get our turn
I ain't trippin', we got a lot to learn
I ain't trippin', we still got cash to burn
So * all you bitches as far as I'm concerned
I ain't trippin', we still rock the map
I ain't trippin', we still got the cash
I ain't trippin', we still cop the hat
Slap your bitch's ass and mash on the gas