Missing my idols
Trippie Redd Lyrics


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Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I'm no ho, bro
Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo
All about my paper, gotta get my fucking dough, ho
Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodos
Meanwhile I'm in New York fuckin' up SoHo
Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Took her to the telly now lil' baby goin' loco
She just give me face, ain't no fuckin' that's a no-no
And she goin' thirty, early, dirty no soap though
I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
And I'm screamin' fuck 12, all these foul-ass po-po, yeah, uh

But nowadays I really miss my fuckin' idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit did me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also makin' it rain storm

You see I can't ignore it
And you niggas don't see it's in your brain to snort
And you sleep on me until you can't no more
And don't fake on me and try to play the boy
I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly
Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me
If I gave you my heart would you still love me?
Lately, baby, I feel like nobody trust me
Is it just me?

Yeah, hold up

But nowadays I really miss my fuckin' idols, so that's the title
I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Dead on arrival, I swear this shit to me like a cycle
Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs




And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
And spit flames while also makin' it rain storm

Overall Meaning

In Trippie Redd's song "Missing My Idols," he talks about his current life and how he misses his idols, hence the title of the song. He starts by painting a picture for the listeners, telling them to take a vivid picture and implement it in their mind. He also talks about his motto, which is living sucka-free, meaning he doesn't deal with fake people. He goes on to say that if anyone is on some sucka shit, he won't tolerate it. He uses imagery from Star Wars, saying he might drop a bomb like Han Solo, and Quasimodo being all about his paper, meaning he's focused on getting his money.


Throughout the song, Trippie Redd talks about his life, including a new girl he's seeing named Caroline, who he calls Coco. He seems to appreciate her ability to give him face, but he doesn't want to have sex with her. He talks about missing his idols and spends some time praying for his rivals who are all dead because of the rap game. He feels like he's stuck in a cycle of death and destruction, where there are bodies in piles and blood rivers that resemble Niles. He wants to rehearse a recital with his people, hoping they can survive what the game throws at them. Trippie Redd ends the song talking about his struggle to trust people and his desire for someone to love him for who he is.


Overall, the song is an introspective look at Trippie Redd's life and the issues he faces.


Line by Line Meaning

Uh, take a vivid picture, no photos
Visualize the image without the need for a camera


Implement that shit into your mind, just so you know though
Make it a part of your thought process


Sucka free living, I'ma say that that's the motto
Living life without being vulnerable or foolish


So for any nigga on that sucka shit, I'm no ho, bro
Won't tolerate anyone who disrespects


Might just have to drop a bomb, Han Solo
Have to take drastic action


Got me bicken back being bool, Quasimodo
Taking a break and relaxing


All about my paper, gotta get my fucking dough, ho
Focused on financial success


Always on the fucking go-go, you a bitch like Tony Romo
Always active and productive, unlike a coward


Niggas came around now they extinct like Dodos
People who were once around disappeared


Meanwhile I'm in New York fuckin' up SoHo
Causing trouble in New York City


Just bagged a new chick, Caroline, nickname Coco
Started a new relationship


Took her to the telly now lil' baby goin' loco
Had sex with her and she's going crazy


She just give me face, ain't no fuckin' that's a no-no
Oral sex is the only option


And she goin' thirty, early, dirty no soap though
Performing poorly in bed


I laugh at the haters, everything they say a joke though
Not taking negative comments seriously


And I'm screamin' fuck 12, all these foul-ass po-po, yeah, uh
Disrespecting the police


But nowadays I really miss my fuckin' idols, so that's the title
Reflecting on missing influential people


I grab a bible, pray for my rivals
Using religion to cope with negative feelings


Dead on arrival, I swear this shit did me like a cycle
Feeling like the same problems occur repeatedly


Bodies in piles, blood rivers resemble Niles
Imagining a violent scene


They need survival, they need to rehearse a recital
People need practice to survive tough situations


I just sit back and listen to old Wayne songs
Finding comfort in listening to Lil Wayne's music


And get dome from a bitch while I brainstorm
Receiving oral sex while thinking


And spit flames while also makin' it rain storm
Rapping with passion and making money


You see I can't ignore it
Unable to disregard something


And you niggas don't see it's in your brain to snort
People have an addiction to drugs


And you sleep on me until you can't no more
Underestimating until they can't anymore


And don't fake on me and try to play the boy
Don't pretend to be someone you're not to disrespect


I don't know why I feel like nobody loves me
Feeling unloved without reason


Or why they feel like my intention's something ugly
Others perceiving bad intentions


Or why I feel like everyone needs something from me
Feeling like people only want something from you


Or why I feel like everyone just saying fuck me
Feeling disrespected by everyone


Or why I feel like the opposition gon' buss me
Feeling threatened by opponents


If I gave you my heart would you still love me?
Wondering if someone would still care


Lately, baby, I feel like nobody trust me
Feeling like nobody believes in you


Is it just me?
Asking if it's a personal issue




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Michael Lamar II White, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildirim

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