| Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale is
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| To get you under my pressure
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| Richer
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| I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| To get you under my pressure
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| Yes, uh
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| Biggest, you feel me? |
| (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
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| Godfather with a garden full of snakes
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| Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
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| Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
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| Big boy, I been tryin' by the Braves
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| Court room soundin' like I'm in the opera
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| Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
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| Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
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| But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it
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| Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
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| Count monеy all night under the candlelight
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| Spinnin' vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel?
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| Not a model, but I know I been your idol
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| Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
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| On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
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| Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas
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| Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
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| Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
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| Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up |
| Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
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| Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
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| G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
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| Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
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| Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me
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| Pinkie rings, it's still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
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| I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| To get you under my pressure
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| I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| To get you under my pressure
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| Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| Yeah, heart just turned purple
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| Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle
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| Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Patty Mahomes 'bout to fall short a couple hunnid
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| Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public
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| She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Yeah, make a set sailin' Croatia to get a leverage
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| Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges
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| I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert
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| Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin' |
| "The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rondo"
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| Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo
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| One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
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| Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
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| You gotta have the link before you order these
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| Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
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| We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
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| You just found a bottle with the messages
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| These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
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| Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is
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| Ushered a generation in, these is where my confessions live
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before
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| Private villas only, I don't go near a resort
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| We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan
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| I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji
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| They all say they love me, but they hardly know me
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil' man |
| Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M
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| School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
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| Regardless of what they husbands do to provide
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| Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans
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| Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service
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| Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
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| If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
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| Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica
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| Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
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| Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| And that's facts, Hamdah Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)
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| Manzoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)
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| Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)
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| All my Rolls Royces got a different body (Facts)
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| Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)
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| Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') |
| If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
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| Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all
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| And bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about it
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| And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it
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| I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it
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| Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix
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| 'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives
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| I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes
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| And the squad look bigger to the young guys
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| And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?
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| Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise
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| And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye
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| Air Canada Centre nigga when I die
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| Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry
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| First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys
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| The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size
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| The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time
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| Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time
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| 'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time |
| To be real, man, I never did one crime
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| But none of my brothers could caption that line
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| At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
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| Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
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| When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
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| Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
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| Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted
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| Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
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| Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
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| Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
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| I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'
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| Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'
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| After that, the killers just go into hibernation
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
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| How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?
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| How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
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| (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
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| Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt
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| My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
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| My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
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| You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk |
| And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire drills
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| It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real (Yeah)
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| I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| To get you under my pressure
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| I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
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| To get you under my pressure |