Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I'm Try'n, artist - B.G.. Date of issue: 10.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I'm Try'n |
| I’m tryin' to do right |
| But I’m surrounded by wrong |
| Avoid the all night flight |
| And still make it on my own |
| I’m tryin' be cool |
| Do what I gotta do But playa haters all over |
| So I roll with my crew |
| I’m tryin' stay over |
| And just stay my ass in school |
| Ain’t many choices to choose |
| And this rap game I can’t refuse |
| I wanna win don’t want to be the one to loose |
| My pistol my only friend |
| Cause busters try to bring the blues |
| Leavin brains with no clues |
| Spin the ben in black clothes |
| They tryin' ta' take my only life |
| Leave my folks on the front row |
| Bury me in providence |
| Heavy weight that rose |
| They wanna steal the B. G Now tell me Alton |
| Ain’t that cold |
| What can I do Now what can I do to get out the game |
| What can I do Now what can I do to make change |
| Every other day around my way niggas dyin' |
| Hours flyin I want to go straight boy I’m tryin' |
| -Chorus- (Juvenile) |
| I’m tryin' to shake the monkey off of me Lord please let me go where I needs to be Ball 'till I fall it’s a poor family |
| Fo' sho' I know the future got a lot of stuff for me Verse Two: B. G |
| I’m tryin' to get my mail straight |
| Sell cd’s and tapes |
| I don’t want to be jail bait |
| Niggas want to kill me And increase the hell rate |
| They almost got me But I slip the spot it was too late |
| I wanna be a role model for my lil' brother |
| And buy a fifteen room manison for my mother |
| Settle down wit' a solid ho And drop a tight seed |
| So I can raise another uptown B. G Just like me |
| I’mma give 'em what I wish had, a dad |
| He goin' be smart and bad nigga |
| Throwin' up a solga rag |
| This world is kurupted |
| The police is crooked |
| My boy was runnin with a BB gun |
| His young life they took it This ??? |
| is rotten |
| Everyday it get’s colder |
| They throwin' away the key |
| Sendin' the soldiers to angoula |
| My round slangin' that yola |
| With they hand on that iron |
| To keep my mind right |
| Beleive nigga I’m tryin' |
| -Chorus- |
| Verse Three: Lil' Wayne |
| I’m tryin' to be a man at fourteen |
| Choppin iron at fourteen' |
| Nigga that tells my only way |
| (B.G.: Look where you stand at fourteen) |
| A lil' bity something |
| Whuckin, representin' partners |
| Ain’t to good in my neighborhood |
| Uptowns my partner |
| I ain’t lie I’m tryin |
| To go the right way |
| But the night flight way |
| Just ain’t the right way |
| I wan' be a gangsta but also wan' live |
| So I choose to be a uptown HotBoy hard to kill |
| Sittin' behind the cruiser wheel |
| Can’t even see me I’m so lil' |
| And you expect me to give this |
| Just to switch to positive |
| As hard as I’m tryin' do it I just can’t make a shape |
| School I’m tryin' go through it but I just can’t make a shape |
| Gettin' in beef that resultin' into serious gun slangin |
| Do good I want yeah but on half I just keep hangin' |
| I’m lookin for a change but change ain’t lookin for me Will I remain a B. G Or a A student |
| We’ll see |
| -Chorus- 2x |