Trick To My Paradise (Bonus Track)
I put 'em bars in the grave
Wrestle with the rock
Like I'm Ali
Getting everything from the world now
Look Imma better fuckin' alliance
Racing with no one
Making money building skill
These rappers hating on me because I just Steal the show
I take the few folks and I grind on the road
I hit few notes she gets that I'm one
I walk in the room and these rappers Stunned
Look man I started i know I'm not done
I Ditched all the parties and all you call fun
Look man I'm lying
I did it
I loved it
I passed
And it's trick to my paradise
A-yo
It's trip to my paradise
And all these haters barely recognise
And It's straight to my paradise
I celebrate life with no likes and façade
And I be ghosting every other girl with no Heart
The hidden enemies
I'll be waiting on the lord
And I'll be doing things that you never can Do
I slaughter these people who be faking it For clout
I Never had it what I have
I made it on their doubts
I'm Growing like a bamboo beneath you must Know
I'm Classic like a vinyl not all can afford
You tripping electronic I see you so Shocked
And y'all do that tick-tick like y'all metronome
Look duh I shredded beliefs
I unlearned
And they be holding grudge like a kid
I anchored myself
Cause it's trick to my paradise
A-yo
It's trip to my paradise
And all these haters barely recognise
And It's straight to my paradise
Wrestle with the rock
Like I'm Ali
Getting everything from the world now
Look Imma better fuckin' alliance
Racing with no one
Making money building skill
These rappers hating on me because I just Steal the show
I take the few folks and I grind on the road
I hit few notes she gets that I'm one
I walk in the room and these rappers Stunned
Look man I started i know I'm not done
I Ditched all the parties and all you call fun
Look man I'm lying
I did it
I loved it
I passed
And it's trick to my paradise
A-yo
It's trip to my paradise
And all these haters barely recognise
And It's straight to my paradise
I celebrate life with no likes and façade
And I be ghosting every other girl with no Heart
The hidden enemies
I'll be waiting on the lord
And I'll be doing things that you never can Do
I slaughter these people who be faking it For clout
I Never had it what I have
I made it on their doubts
I'm Growing like a bamboo beneath you must Know
I'm Classic like a vinyl not all can afford
You tripping electronic I see you so Shocked
And y'all do that tick-tick like y'all metronome
Look duh I shredded beliefs
I unlearned
And they be holding grudge like a kid
I anchored myself
Cause it's trick to my paradise
A-yo
It's trip to my paradise
And all these haters barely recognise
And It's straight to my paradise
Credits
Writer(s): Mohit Pania
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