Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trippie Redd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Lamar White IV
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Psoul
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Remember, there's always tomorrow
P. Soul on the track
[Verse 2]
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh
Can you rap like me? Huh
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh
[Verse 3]
I gotta get my fresh paper, boy optimistic, inflicted the premonition
My vision a place I visit while lifted
Moolah, I get it get it, the life I live my decision
They told me to go and get it, I got it so now I'm winnin'
[Verse 4]
Revolution of fury, the lean got my vision blurry
Ballin' like Stephen Curry, gold fangs in my mouth so putty
Trippie bring demolition and I ain't talking no derbies
Absorb your flow like I'm Kirby, the lies you tell will not hurt me
[Verse 5]
Try to reach for the stars if people don't get too far
They want all of the money, all the expensive cars
It's few people that ever make it but yet I still gotta go hard
A lot of artists that make it are evil, hearts black as tar, yeah
[Verse 6]
Okay and this for every rapper that had a shot at sendin' me
Your efforts ain't gettin' you anywhere in this industry
Lyrically demonically dominate your flow endlessly
My venomous rhymes wine and dine on you mentally
[Verse 7]
Motivated the motivations, said got too much chemistry
Fatality, like Liu Kang, told me to finish him
Even the Hulk couldn't take this much intensity
I'm the bullet in the barrel in the gun that shot Kennedy
[Verse 8]
Mind is racin' 'bout hatin', contemplation with Haitians
Jamaicans sitting on 5G pacin', back and forth waitin' in Dayton
You get the picture, don't take this
Boy this life is real, you couldn't fake this, throw it up, regurgitation
[Verse 9]
Can't shit on me, you constipated
Is you mad 'cause we do this on a daily basis?
Yeah, or is you mad cause we made it?
Every day faded, we out here paper chasin' bitch, ah
[Verse 10]
Ay, ah, ay, ah, ay
Can you rap like me? Huh
Uh, ay, uh, ay, uh
Can you rap like me?
[Verse 11]
Lil' bitch, fourteen hundred gang
You know what the fuck goin' on, fourteen hundred boys
Huh, yeah, Canton, Ohio shit
Buh, lil' bitch
Slatt, you know what the fuck goin' on?
Hunter's a bitch, bad Milo
Random thoughts to you bitch
On a love letter to you bitch
[Verse 12]
Remember
Written by: Trippie Redd