RIParadise - Diaz Grimm, Lil Trigarow, INF

The future now and the past is dead and gone

RIP to the old me

Dude didn’t stick around for too long

Dude didn’t know as much as I do

But I don’t know as much as he will

RIP to the old me

Gotta move on and never stay still

RIP to the old me

To the kid too scared to chase his dreams

RIP to that little G

And the fake friends, really no loyalty

RIP to my old bitch

I’m making waves and she on my drift

Now I’m getting fame while she on my dick

I told that bitch I ain’t with that shit

RIP to blowing trees

I don’t do no drugs cause my bars OD

First they doubt now they all want me

Never used to text back now they all call me

What a sight to see

Tables turned, lessons learned

Never put you happiness in someone elses hand

Be the one man band

Always had a plan

I’m only up with elevation

Check my wingspan

RIP to the normal shit

Only model chicks I be messing with

Ain’t got no time for a basic hit

Work too dam hard for a basic chick

Phone stay lit like what’s good Trig?

You should turn me down son unless you wanna hit

Talking third base, hmmm not that quick

If I was bird on you I’d shit

RIP mediocre

RIP to the jokers

We work with our words

Ya’ll is stagnant and it’s hopeless

You’re distracted and we focussed

We next and you know it

RIP this beat cause lil Trigarow just broke it

I’m villain, I’m killing with flows that I’m dealing

I’m turning to life from what used to be visions

I told em to follow but they wouldn’t listen

I promised myself I would change your perception

If you were not there when I struggled

When I blow up get out of my bubble

No friendship cause that’s rubble

Don’t waste my time cause that’s trouble

RIP

Rest in peace to the old me

Forget who pretending to know me

To those who are too scared to show me

The realer they come, the longer they stay

SWIDT up homie, I go deep

Don’t hate on me cause I control these instrumentals

I’m mental

Take over the world on my own G

Doing a buck on the freeway

Leaving old habits for new ones

Please do not step on my new ones

Life doesn’t give us a replay

Giving no fucks for what he say She say

DJ, play a tune for me to lose myself

Only thing I do is do myself

Ball so hard when you play on my car

Oh my lord I should sue myself

Surround sound

Surrender to me

Black over everythings better to me

Alphabet gangs are just letters to me

No beef with these rappers

They lettuce to me

This shit is too easy

Outside the box but you see me on TV

Your bitching acting up thinking that I don’t see her

She on my dick

I’ma bust on her T-shirt

That’s he favourite T-shirt

I’m her favourite rapper

Seizing the moment

Savour it after

A new me, I’m bout it bout it x 3

Rest in peace to the old me

Sayonara

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