Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Trip
Big Trip
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Trump
Harry Trump
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Big Trip
Be scarred up
[Verse 2]
Sacrifice a lot I be scarred up
Yeah, my body hurt but my heart tough
Walk into the jungle and I bossed up
Walk into the spot, she got star struck
My new meditation count a hundred K
Hundred thousand hundreds count it once a day
Yeah I put the Trip up on the license plate
Mike just hit my phone I got a flight today
Every other week I'm in a new place
Got my guard up, head straight and my shoes laced
Like a god damn truck how we moved weight
Could give a god damn fuck what them dudes say
This is everything and that's on everything
Imma win it all I want that heavy ring
Me I got the power of 3 heavyweights
I flew a lady in from Italy to decorate
Got the new crib looking real smooth
Got a bad girl to throw it back for a real dude
Used to keep a lot of cash and I still do
Spending on the things I haven't done but I will do
[Verse 3]
You can't fake this
You could feel this
What I been through
What I deal with
This some real shit
This is realness
A lot of blood sweat and tears how I built this
You ain't bout this
Put the work the in
Need a big check
I'm determined
I was all in
Not a drop left
Now I'm smoking on the ocean on the top deck
[Verse 4]
Top deck smoking Buddha while I meditate
Living out the life I used to dream about in seventh grade
Pour a toast for everything we overcome
We was plotting how to buy the block when we was in the slums
Now it's corporate offices and billionaires for sponsorship
Learned to move in silence kept my posture when we politic
I seen the devil at play and that's from our streets to Wall Street
Them hollows hit my brother on the concrete
We blessed that he with us
I know that this life ain't given
We taking our reparations
Dedicated to this vision
Them hallways is where it all changed for a youngin
Confined to section 8 you either sink or rise above it
Now we in some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
She love Christian Louboutins she look like a queen
I pour my heart out on these records just to feel at peace
I'm trying to show them skys the limit but it's still in reach
[Verse 5]
You can't fake this
You could feel this
What I been through
What I deal with
This some real shit
This is realness
A lot of blood sweat and tears how we built this
You ain't bout this
Put the work the in
Need a big check
I'm determined
I was all in
Not a drop left
Now I'm smoking on the ocean on the top deck
[Verse 6]
Gone
Written by: Brendan Tripodi
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