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Tripping off F-triple eight
Fuck what a hater say
I've got to be great
Tripping off F-triple eight
Coming out of the mud
And I got to go get it
Tripping off F-triple eight
Tripping off F-triple eight (yeah, yeah)
Tripping off F-triple eight
Coming out the mud
And I'm still gonna be great

If it's my time bet I'm gonna notice, bet I'm gonna show it
I got syrup, I got bars (ay)
I'm up all night trying to live life, if I'm wrong than who right?
Pockets on swole look heavy
Rolling J's like a "Rolling Stone", gas all day long
Trapping that Forty in the morning
Pouring that forty in a sprite (yeah)
I do this for my fam and them days with no water
Dunking on them like Vince Carter, shoot from the 3 like Harden

Tripping off F-triple eight
Fuck what a hater say
I've got to be great
Tripping off F-triple eight
Coming out of the mud
And I got to go get it
Tripping off F-triple eight
Tripping off F-triple eight (yeah, yeah)
Tripping off F-triple eight
Coming out the mud
And I'm still gonna be great

I got more in me than my enemies
You don't see them near me, many people are wondering
Like who is this nigga gotdamn, L.I.T.M. biz cash reality
When I fuck two twin sisters to image dragon
Golden globe like movies
Moving with that cold like the ice cream wagon
Thru the neighbourhoods where them n**** blasting
Road to riches is what the school could never teach us
Why we misunderstood, living a life full of blessings
Regardless the good or the bad
Caliber over gased if you ask me, like a hunid beretta's the blast
For everybody against us, for every action there's a lesson
Wanna be gangsta's are never in fashion
That's why I'm never gonna mention
It was always my intention for my n**** to live lavish
Get that cash and live life



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Writer(s): Josh Lewis
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