AC Tripp - Josh Lyrics

So
What else yeah
Josh
Josh H Tripp, walk up in the crib, be like Hey Tripp
Bouta get lit, I just got a Vick, bouta do a flip, I be in the woods, I be in the sticks
I was hitting licks, I don't reminisce, you don't know Tripp I don't never trip
I'm forever Tripp, Damn
Early mornings, thank the Lord, and talk to mom
I am steady in the kitchen, y'all don't know about my job
They saying I don't bang, you ain't gang, you ain't squad
You ain't no they call me Tripp, the one you hating on is Josh
Every day out in the city thinking I should get a job
Wheels got the drop now I ain't sitting on the block
Go casino hopping from Resorts down to Trop
Now we watching out for haters, we ain't worried about the cops
Tryna tell em I'm the one, I'm the voice, I'm the wave
Even when I had a gun, I had a choice I let him stay
Cousin told me to behave, made a choice and cut their hair
Talk to God day-to-day, he made my plate, I said my grace
Ok they see me by the bay
When I trap stay discreet, go to school to play the field, dropping out to play the streets
Now I'm working three jobs call my phone and make it brief
I just had a son I'm only taking breaks to sleep
You ain't no they call me Josh, call me Tripp, call me T
Man, Why you seizing me, I'm only trying to keep the peace
I'm good you can keep the beef, I don't brag, I don't preach
Yeah you been to EHT, you look at me say that ain't me
Y'all ain't no this boys a beast
Yeah I am dirty change the sheets
Trying to tell me take a seat, then I get the hype and break your knees
Roll the tree, taste the Keif, I put that in the face of me
About to move out of my city, to the perfect place to be
At a Harris penthouse, I don't care call me suite
They be saying that I'm soft, looking fresh, call me fleece
Finding somewhere else to meet I got a stay 500 feet
20 Dollars for the lease, so I'm killing all these beats, I'm trying to eat
Early mornings, thank the Lord, and talk to mom
I am steady in the kitchen, y'all don't know about my job
They saying you don't bang, you ain't gang, you ain't squad
You ain't no they call me Tripp, the one you hating on is Josh
Tell em get up off my jock, I sleep in on the cops
Now I'm ready for these haters if they creeping around my spot
I ain't speaking on the block, Food 4 Less I am in and out, came to bless the homie hot he got me locked in at my job
Got my homies at the telly getting ready for tonight
Na We ain't going out we had the Maddie with the mic
You know me, I got the lean, mixed with tea it ain't no sprite
I get greedy on these beats, and I don't even offer bites
This is a gamble roll the dice, see my swag that's the light
Got it working overnight, Tony hawk I'm on my grind
Moving quiet speak my mind, feeling chills all up my spine
All I know is handle mine, I'm playing till the price is right
I keep on saying that I am It, I used to be the class clown
Getting gory in the booth I'm a need a damn towel
Like I'm running 10 miles, it's 10 toes down
Cause I'm from Harbor town, 1 fight let's go a round
Early mornings, thank the Lord, and talk to mom
I am steady in the kitchen, y'all don't know about my job
They saying you don't bang, you ain't gang, you ain't squad
You ain't no they call me Tripp, the one you hating on is Josh
Damn
Tripp