Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop Tryin, artist - Pastor Troy. Album song I Declare War...We Are Ready!!!, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MADD Society
Song language: English
Stop Tryin |
They had me dodgin' the law, while I was serving my raw |
Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw |
I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me |
And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas |
I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me |
They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree |
I told them they would see me on T.v. |
and videos |
I’m all about that money, y’all can have them hoes |
And I got goals, I know that I can do all things |
Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing |
And pain was my stepping stone |
Help me realize shit, even my own’ll do me wrong |
But y’all a never stop me, 'cause see I got this game in order |
Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter |
Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying |
I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin' |
Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga |
Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth |
It’s plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself |
I’m 15 on this grind, but my age don’t matter |
All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster |
And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule |
Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool |
I’m counting money every morning from the previous night |
Go and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing 'em tight |
I’m sitting right, I’m right where I wanted to be |
Ain’t no mo' fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki |
And I’m sure that you agree that I be hard to stop |
In the three, yes three, years, I went from block to block |
And now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counter |
Got the calibur Glock, because I know that they 'round me |
Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick |
While y’all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit |
And who I’m with don’t matter, cause I’m gone handle my own |
Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong |
It won’t be long 'till doctors doing autopsy |
Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me |
Cause y’all can’t stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order |
Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter |
Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin' |
I will never be stopped, so y’all can stop ya' tryin' |
Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover |
Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla' |
And they say that that’s a small price, I disagree |
If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me |
I can’t see myself going out, without a battle |
Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle |
Flip the tassle, I’m a skull cap, I graduated |
From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain’t make it |
So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah Ramo |
Cause this here pay way mo', you decide |
And ain’t no mo' lettin' me ride, hell nah shawty |
Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie |
Don’t test me, arrest me, I’m out like Gotti, without a clue |
Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too! |
County blue, not my forte |
I’m only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k. |
And with a couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip |
Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it |
Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin' |
And watch em' pay, I ain’t the one |
Many come up, until I dump 'em, but then they scatter |
I leave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what’s the matter |
I’m after ya' ligaments, no movement |
From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!! |
Convince the jury, we done payed them off |
Evidence don’t matter, since they paid, you lost |
I’m the boss, that cost ain’t even worth conversation |
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation |
Blood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' lost me cuz |
Was a eye for a eye, now its' SLUG FOR A SLUG! |
June Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44, he got’s to go |
Shit, he got’s to go, shit |
Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin' |