I traded my Honda for a Benz

I feel like I traded my Honda for a Benz.  Ended up with a Benz that costed me my ends.

This sleek motherfucker took me for all that I got, which ain’t a lot.

Couldn’t afford a Benz brand new so I traded in my new Honda for a Benz that was used.

I thought the Benz would make me feel better inside. But this Benz only good when it’s time to ride.

Can’t ride too much cause I got bills to pay. My tail light went out on my Benz the other day.

To fix that shit man it took my whole check. Now I’m piled up with bills to my neck.

Now I’m missing my Honda cause she was a rider for real. She gave me no problems and was only $20 dollars to fill.

My insurance was low so I didn’t work so much. Now I got a Benz and I’m struggling to keep up.

Lesson of the day, don’t try to live like me.

Cause I ain’t been living like me. Im living based on what I see. Trying to keep up with something not meant for me.

 Not saying it will never happen, but wait for the right time. Move too soon and you’ll dull your shine.

Happiness is something that should come naturally. So don’t trade your Honda for a Benz, like me.”


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my name is Tripoli. pronounced TRIP-AH-LEE. Growing up my mother always told me I could be whatever I wanted to be. I believed her, I still do.

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