Lyrics RIParadise - Diaz Grimm, Lil Trigarow, INF

RIParadise

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
Hey