Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Imani Jackson
Songwriter
Aiden Powell
Songwriter
Alyssa Powell
Songwriter
Lyrics
I grew up in the block, where dreams sometimes fade
Concrete jungle, but my heart won’t jade
Momma worked hard, she was raisin’ three
Had that hustle in her blood, yeah, that’s my pedigree
I remember nights, when the lights were low
Sharin’ a plate, just enough for the show
Starin’ at the stars, wishin’ on a fate
Now I’m grindin’ hard, got no time to wait
Oh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me, ohh
Late nights, city lights, keep my heart in the fight
Every struggle made me stronger, I’m ignitin’ the night
Life’s a game of chess, got my moves precise
In the West, we don’t stress, we just roll the dice
From the corners where we laughed, to the dreams we now scheme
Got a vision so clear, yeah, I’m livin’ that dream
Found a way to turn pain into a melody
A-DOT in my soul, got that flow, can’t you see?
Oh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me, ohh
We rise up from the gutter, just ride the wave
City lights shinin’ bright, yeah, we ain't no slaves
Flexin’ hard, ballin' like we own this block
Dreams in my pocket, man, I’m ready to rock
Look around, see my fam, we ain't never alone
Thuggin’ through the struggles, we carved out a throne
Ghetto dreams, yeah, we hustle with pride
Success on the horizon, we takin’ that ride
Oh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me
Ohh no, do not trip on me, ohh
Written by: Aiden Powell, Alyssa Powell, Imani Jackson