[intro: JT, the Hippy]
VibeTribe, VibeTribe, VibeTribe
JT, the Hippy
Cochi$e

[Verse 1: JT, the Hippy]
I been down for a minute (damn)
So long that I might start winnin’
Young hippy never trippin’ steady drippin’ (yup)
Got more bars than a state prison (huh?)
Told these new rappers they better listen
If you can’t take the heat then get out the kitchen
You bet’ not play around (bitch)
I got too much sauce and you might drown (bitch)
If your girl want a picture i’m on the mound
Yeah they kick me when i’m down
So now i’m a hound
Like I play for the browns
And now i’m flexing verbs and nouns
For a first class ticket outta town (fuck n***a)
Where were you when I was starving? (where?)
Hurting in them campus apartments (damn)
Walking all lonely in the darkness (one deep)
That trip done made me heartless
Acidic shit I spit could cause catharsis
You wouldn’t hurt a fly boy
I know you really harmless (stop stunting)
I am not from this earth
Bitch I might be a martian (for real)
Might just fly to mars swift
JT taking flight just like a comet, quick
Throw me the oop ima Lebron it (chosen one)
I can’t trust a bitch (why?)
‘Cause they be lying straight out they lips
Thought you was riding for me like a new whip (baby)
But you switched like some hips (flaky)
And I dipped ‘cause you know that I can’t slip (nope)
And now i’m focused on my salsa and my chips (need it)
And nah ion keep the clip
But broski grip the steel
Steady running this game
Until it hurts my fucking heels
Gone and tell me what’s Real
Holyfield, hold the deal (for real)
Just let me touch a couple mil and ima chill (check)
Most you rappers fake i’m just here to speak the real (check 2x)
If you look me in my eyes you will never see how I feel (check 3x)
[Chorus: JT, the Hippy]
Young n***a I can’t feel you
Hating from the mothafuckin’ RearView, RearView
Broski got the pipe and he’ll peel you
Think you got the juice and we’ll spill you, spill you
(2x)

[Verse 2: Cochi$e]
Watch who you running with
Ain’t no bishops on my team
Send my real n***as out
Just to see who down for me
If he keep his loyalty
Ima bless him with some cheese
All my n***as on the rise
You can take that shit from me
I been hustlin, i been gettin it
I been stacking i been spending
I been speeding gettin’ tickets
Dreamt of this for so long
N***a, why would i just quit it
You can see that i am gifted
Always lifted never flippin
If you grindin gone and get it
Find yo passion and stick with it
Keep it real don’t be a gimmick
I done lost so many homies
Losing people is a given
Never chicken bout my business
If i gotta cut you off
Ima gone and get to snippin
Cochise im after millions
Keep the peace when i’m in buildin’
Ian here to play w children
Spittin’ heat my words will kill ya
[Chorus: JT, the Hippy]
Young n***a I can’t feel you
Hating from the mothafuckin’ RearView, RearView
Broski got the pipe and he’ll peel you
Think you got the juice and we’ll spill you, spill you
(2x)