This track delves into the autobiographical narrative of the artists' rise from a life of hardship to one marked by opulence and success. It encapsulates themes of resilience and loyalty, recounting days spent in adverse conditions and transitioning into a prosperous lifestyle. The lyrics highlight the fruits of perseverance—luxury items, financial stability, and recognition. Moreover, the song addresses the skepticism and disdain faced during their struggling days, juxtaposed against their current status of respect and affluence. The repeated references to firearms and defense mechanisms underline a persistent vigilance and readiness to guard their hard-earned success. The narrative is a testament to unwavering commitment to their roots and the people who stood by them from the beginning. #Resilience #SuccessJourney #Loyalty
DUMMY
Lyrics
Daytrip took it to 10
I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah)
And now she fiending all up on me just like I'm a drug (yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (woah)
You can catch me balling on the replay (woah)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3k (woah)
I been with the same gang since pre-k' (woah)
Get the money, stack it with my niggas
I remember trapping with my niggas
Now we overseas in a villa
Going back, we won't consider
I remember days we was starving
Still finessing, we was jugging, we was robbing
I was coming off the bitch, I wasn't started
Now I'm out here balling like I'm Harden
And I make sure my day ones straight
Stay with my gang
You ain't fucking with me, you can stay out my way
Stay in your lane, fuck your campaign, yeah
Last year, I was sleeping in a basement
Now the foreign looking like a spaceship
Bust down the gang with the bag, yeah
All the money on me, holographic
I spent some days in the trap and got my money up (yeah)
Bust it down, the Rollie, now she's tryna fuck (yeah)
And now she fiending all up on me just like I'm a drug (yeah)
I remember back when y'all wouldn't show me love (yeah)
Jaguar truck on the freeway (woah)
You can catch me balling on the replay (woah)
Saint Laurent jacket, it's 3k (woah)
I been with the same gang since pre-k' (woah)
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter
We was down and we was out, and bitches looked at us stupid
It was hating ass niggas, so I kept me a Ruger
Sending shots to his body, make him sing like Ozuna
They was running out they mouth, but they respected the shooter (yeah)
Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse
Then we bending through your block
Blocked blocks, sent shots
Threw that shit in reverse
Then we bending through your block
Watch his body milly rock, yeah
Writer(s): Andrew Green, Daniel Hernandez, David Biral, Denzel Michael Akil Baptiste
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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