Lyrics
RJ always trippin', man
RJ always trippin', man
Let me tell you a lil' story about a nigga named Ken
Locked up in the pen 'cause he smoked his own mans
See, Ken was gettin' money but he tapped in his friends
And they fucked up the bag, let me tell you how it went
See, Ken was from the hood and he grew up poor as hell
And bumped into the plug, tryna make a lil' sale
The plug told Ken, "I can give you a big bag of that
That shit I just sent you, sir, my nigga, yeah, we laugh at that"
Ken took his number and he gave dog a call
The next day, he pulled up with the bag and dropped it off
Now he got the work, I mean, yeah, he been workin'
But movin' all that shit by hisself, he really perpin'
Ken called his homeboy and said he need some help
Not knowin' that his homeboy really off a cell
Homeboy pulled up and Ken showed him three bricks
Homeboy in his head thinkin' like a free lick
See, homeboy called some other niggas for the help
'Cause he can't even move that shit by his fuckin' self
Now Ken doin' business with some niggas he don't know
Got all them niggas workin' and they bringin' back the pros
Ken fucked up 'cause he showed niggas the stash spot
Homeboy see that money pilin' and he mad now
Homeboy told the other niggas that I got a play
Soon as we sell this last brick, bust him in his face
Them other niggas like, "Hell yeah, nigga, I'm with it"
They meetin' up with Ken just so they can count the digits
Ken told his bitch he don't feel like somethin' right
Got a knock at the door so he went and grabbed his pipe
Homeboy at the door, Ken let them niggas in
Homeboy set his phone down and said, "I gotta piss"
He went in the bathroom and his phone got a text
But his phone was face up, Ken readin' all that shit
The message came from the other nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' him
But at the end of the message, it say, "We ain't poppin' him"
Dog came out the bathroom but he ain't got a clue
Then Ken read the fuckin' messages, his ass through