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Trying Lyrics - Singles - Young Roddy

And I'm just tryin' to get rich my nigga 

Ughhh, ridign round with my toolie 

Sippin'on that Bobby Brown 

Rest in peace to Big Choolie 

Rest in peace to big Michael Brown 

Hands up and my face down 

but the cops still might shoot me 

I gave the world my life story 

but they still don't know Route the Ruler, damn 

I'm just trying stay focused 

tired of seein' my niggas caged 

And I know they tired of that joesin' 

been grindin'way to long, god damn 

I'm just tryin'to get over, trying to hide my pain 

Shit... just hope nobody don't notice 

They tried to kill my pride, man 

They tried to fuck me over 

Got a gold chain on my neck 

I got a stone chip on my shoulder 

Ima trill nigga, thats trill shit 

My momma raised a soldier 

My pops left 

They told I comprehend it when I get older 

Boy, what that is, that ain't good sense 

Boy, fuck that shit ima hood nigga 

That hood shit in my blood 

Say a prayer for a real nigga 

They say the good die young 

A bitch nigga get jacked quick 

but I ain't never jacked my bluff 

All they know is sippin' that Henny 

all we know is smokin' em blunts 

I fell off like a few times 

but I got my money back up 

Man, they love it when you piss poor 

Shit, they hate to see you come up 

They hate it when you bounce back 

Got mad loot I started from scratch 

All we know is flippin' that what? 

All we know is shippin' them packs 

I thank God for this rap shit 

I came a long way from that trap 

The devil always workin 

almost knocked me off of my track 

Got a bad bitch on the West Coast 

and she always smokin' that gas 

I beast mode in that pussy 

she came first and I came last 

Got a hot bitch on the East Coast 

her head fire, she deepthroat 

She strip to make a little extra 

say she got money, but need more 

But ain't nothing like a Southside bitch 

who was raised up on that G-code 

She smoke good, she fuck good 

bitch even wrap them kilos 

She learned it from her brother 

Told me if she ever need to 

she'll whack a nigga no frontin' 

Shorty thats my nigga, yah 

shorty keep it one hundred 

She compliment my hustle 

she the extra piece to my puzzle 

If you don't feel me then fuck ya 

 

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Ughhh 

 

But pardon my French my nigga 

I'm just trying to get rich my nigga. 

Its Jet Life to my next life 

Bitch it's Jet Life to my... 

Better straighten up 

she better straighten up 

This bitch, she losing her balance 

She trying to get to my castle 

she wanna fuck a nigga on camera 

Soo Woo, 31st I do that shit for that manner 

I was raised round that regrag 

If you bitch made, you a dead man 

 

Jigga gave you that "Blueprint" 

 

Me I gave you that "Good Sense" 

 

I only talk mathematics 

 

Spitta gave you that "Stoned Immaculate" 

 

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Ughhh 

 

I'm just trying to get rich my nigga 

Bitch, pardon my French my nigga 

Its Jet Life to my next life 

Bitch, its Jet Life to my next life 

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