| Yeah, okay
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| Gangsta, Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
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| Yeah, I’m down
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| I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
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| Better livin' on my mind
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| See it in my eyes, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yeah, life at a hundred miles an hour, nigga
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| I live my life in the fastlane, hundred miles an hour
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| Anything for the cash, mane, marijuana to powder
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| Peep the style of a ghetto child runnin' wild
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| At the park, hydroponics gettin' sparked, steppin' over broken crack vials
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| It’s like this way of livin' chose me
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| Police approaching me, this ain’t the way I wanna be
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| This ain’t how I wanna live
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| I dream about having kids, but I’m afraid
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| That as they grow they won’t see they daddy live
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| 'Cause daddy is problematic, daddy got bad habits
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| Hopefully when I’m older, I look back and I laugh at it
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| For now, I’ma deal with it
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| Get my heat and kill with it
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| I’m droppin' any nigga in the way of my meal ticket, I wonder why
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| In the ghetto, we really living to die
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| Hunger pains make you fiend for a slice of the devil’s pie
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| But it gotta be a better way
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| Before I lay me down to sleep, I hit my knees and pray
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| «I'm doing good if I live to see another day»
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| That’s what they say
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| People wonder why I live this way
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| But I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yo, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
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| Better livin' on my mind
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| You can see it in my eyes, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yo, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| My attitude is shady from the hood that made me
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| My parents said they worked so my grandmama raised me
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| And you know, eventually she got too tired to chase me
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| So I jumped up off the porch and hit the street runnin' crazy
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| Nickel-plated .380
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| I earthed a couple sacks and got my first piece
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| Ready to raise hell out on the streets
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| Some old head said: «Freddie, keep your mind on your grip
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| Ignore the bullshit and never get caught up for a bitch»
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| Pimpin' ain’t easy but my granddaddy he showed me the ropes
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| My uncle had me packin' them pistols and hustlin' coke
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| This ain’t a joke, the results of my love for the dollar, dollar
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| Got yo baby momma coppin' my product, it’s Guatemalan
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| Fuck tomorrow, 'cause it ain’t guaranteed
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| Show me the money, mothafucka
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| I got a family to feed, a life to live
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| Stuck between a rock and a hard spot
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| Another prisoner of the block
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| «I'm doing good if I live to see another day»
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| That’s what they say
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| People wonder why I live this way
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| But I’m just tryin' to make it
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| I’m just tryin' to make it
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| I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
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| Better livin' on my mind, you can see it in my eyes
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| I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yo, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| «I'm doing good if I live to see another day»
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| That’s what they say
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| People wonder why I live this way
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| But I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yo, I’m just tryin' to make it
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| I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
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| Better livin' on my mind, you can see it in my eyes
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| I’m just tryin' to make it
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| Yo, I’m just tryin' to make it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Tryin' Ta Make It , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп