Ain’t Trippin
Hook
Na,na,na,nah
Man I ain't trippin
My life just been all bad decisions
Done playin em close
I keep my distance
So much pain
it just got me In my feelins
2x
I ain't trippin
Over bad decisions
I been hurt so many times
Ion got no feelins
We live a life full of crime
Because its so appealing
And It's a different feelin
When u hear ya homie squealin
Ima real project baby
Professional trench talker
Mike Amiri jeans
My pockets like Ms Parker
Lighten up my mood
Im sippin on somethin darker
Brodie said I got it
But I just gotta go harder
Thinkin bout the long term
Tryna take it farther
Started gettin rich
Now I turned into a baller
Never played the bench
Whole life I been a starter
Pulled up in a Vette, to the jet
Gettin chartered
Made some bad decisions
But u live
And u learn
Stayin focused
On the grind
I'm just waitin my turn
Had to fire old friends
Now them bridges is burned
they ain't givin out respect
Only get what u earn
Focused on my future
I ain't trippin on the past
U my brother
Than I love ya
If ya cross me
That's ya ass
We gon put the money first
Stack it up and make it last
Start the whip and do the dash
Pray to god that ion crash
Hook
Na, na, na, na
Man I ain't trippin
My life just been all bad decisions
Done playin em close
I keep my distance
So much pain
it just got me In my feelins
2x
Na,na,na,nah
Man I ain't trippin
My life just been all bad decisions
Done playin em close
I keep my distance
So much pain
it just got me In my feelins
2x
I ain't trippin
Over bad decisions
I been hurt so many times
Ion got no feelins
We live a life full of crime
Because its so appealing
And It's a different feelin
When u hear ya homie squealin
Ima real project baby
Professional trench talker
Mike Amiri jeans
My pockets like Ms Parker
Lighten up my mood
Im sippin on somethin darker
Brodie said I got it
But I just gotta go harder
Thinkin bout the long term
Tryna take it farther
Started gettin rich
Now I turned into a baller
Never played the bench
Whole life I been a starter
Pulled up in a Vette, to the jet
Gettin chartered
Made some bad decisions
But u live
And u learn
Stayin focused
On the grind
I'm just waitin my turn
Had to fire old friends
Now them bridges is burned
they ain't givin out respect
Only get what u earn
Focused on my future
I ain't trippin on the past
U my brother
Than I love ya
If ya cross me
That's ya ass
We gon put the money first
Stack it up and make it last
Start the whip and do the dash
Pray to god that ion crash
Hook
Na, na, na, na
Man I ain't trippin
My life just been all bad decisions
Done playin em close
I keep my distance
So much pain
it just got me In my feelins
2x
Credits
Writer(s): Mike Fitch
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