2016

Journey of Redemption: Driplomatix's 2016 Unveiled
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Lyrics

I feel like a motherless child

Expressing a sense of loneliness or disconnection, feeling like someone without a mother.

A long ways from home

Feeling far away from one's place of origin or comfort.

A long ways from home

Reiteration of the feeling of being far from home.

Been a really long time since I really came and did this

Acknowledging a significant amount of time since the artist engaged in a particular activity.


Bitch, get out my light, cause you all up in my business

Asking someone to leave their presence because they are too involved in personal matters.

Give you something a little different, I might have you like, what is this

Offering something unique and different, potentially surprising or innovative.

Boulder on my shoulder, try and tell me what that chip is

Having a burden or challenge to deal with, questioning others trying to define or limit the artist.

No, I'm not a gangster, but I know what a crip is

Clarifying a non-gangster identity but claiming knowledge about certain aspects.


Only smokin' on this gas, yeah, this shit got me trippin

Using a powerful substance and experiencing its effects.

Never sellin' any packs, it's the rhymes that we flippin

Emphasizing the focus on music and creativity rather than illegal activities.

And I'll never grab a gun, it's the bread that we grippin

Rejecting violence and emphasizing financial success through music.

Take you on a trip, let it hit, now we turnin' up

Inviting someone to join a pleasurable experience and have a good time.


Then I drop a hit on your bitch, now things burnin' up

Claiming success in the music industry, impacting others.

Yeah, we make mistakes, hit the brakes, don't determine us

Acknowledging mistakes but not letting them define the artist.

Now I got this pot, and it's hot, I'ma stir it up

Having a valuable opportunity and planning to make the most of it.

Now I got these hoes, yeah, these bitches be trippin

Dealing with challenges from romantic relationships.


No, na na , is not crazy, it's the Henny he sippin

Denying being crazy, attributing behavior to the influence of alcohol.

Me and Quay, got the track, and we got the court drippin

Collaborating with someone to create music and leaving a lasting impression.

This ain't judo, this a duo, like we Jordan and Pippen

Highlighting a strong partnership, comparing it to legendary sports figures.

Yeah, these boys pullin' guns, but they ain't put the clip in

Observing others claiming toughness but lacking follow-through.


Like I won't break them down, like the boxes for shippin

Asserting the ability to overcome challenges, comparing to breaking down boxes for shipping.

Tall, lanky kid, and we caught him set trippin

Describing a physical appearance and a confrontation with someone representing a gang.

And he lucky I don't bang, cause I would have his ticket

Expressing restraint and avoiding conflict, despite the potential consequences.

Look, now I'm back to explain what I'm about to do

Returning to explain intentions or actions.


I'll be puttin' on my brothers, then we comin' for you

Promoting unity among peers and indicating a future confrontation.

When I make it big time, all the bands gon' be blue

Anticipating financial success in the music industry, symbolized by blue bands (money).

But just give me a couple years just to see if it's true

Requesting time to prove oneself and achieve greatness.

Yeah, I always knew, I had greatness within me

Expressing self-awareness of personal potential for greatness.


I'm just tryna shine my light, but the world tryna dim me

Striving to express one's identity positively despite external challenges.

And I took a couple L's, but this year I've been winnin

Acknowledging past setbacks but emphasizing recent successes.

I've been sendin' out my prayers, my whole circle been sinning

Acknowledging personal flaws and seeking redemption through prayer.

The lyrics of this song contain explicit content.
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