Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tryna Be Me, artist - Tinchy Stryder. Album song Catch 22, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Record label: Universal-Island
Song language: English
Tryna Be Me |
I’m just tryna be me |
I’m just tryna be me |
I’m just tryna be me |
So, let me be (get me) |
I’m just tryna be me |
I’m just tryna be me |
I’m just tryna be me |
So, let me be (get me) |
Watch me rock, watch me vibe |
Watch me build up a- build up a vibe |
Watch me rock, watch me vibe |
Watch me build up a- build up a vibe |
Watch me rock, watch me vibe |
Watch me build up a- build up a vibe |
Watch me rock, watch me vibe |
Watch me build up a- build up a vibe, flee |
Me, I’m fresh to death |
Adidas line me up like I’m putting in work |
They’re giving me straps on the regs |
I still wear the green stripes with the creps |
Wrist ain’t got no Ro to the Lex |
I roll in the Lexus, I’m streetwise |
I can never look cool in Levis |
I’d rather put white gold in my necklace |
No limit with the flows, I’m reckless |
With my Ps, it’s all BBCs and Armani |
I’m skulled out, coming like Ed Hardy, don’t start me |
I’m smelling like a million pounds, I’m straight killing |
Ladies love me dressed in white linen |
Yeah, I’m a breath of fresh air |
Ruff Sqwad, we stay flee to death here |
I’m so amazing, I got eyelids raising |
48 hours in the lab I’m craving |
Breaking my sleep cycle, I been slaving |
I chose the path I didn’t wanna go, Cambridge or Havering |
Good results, I got an A in |
Physical Education, I wasn’t taking |
No prisoners on the track when racing |
Hood star, pick up the speed and start pacing away |
It’s a new day and I’m still here, still fear |
Not going through the door, still here |
Snakes rattling in my ear, so so near |
You can’t match my flow, I’m so so clear |
With me what you see is what you get, straight up |
You’re living in an illusion, please wake up |
I’m a cash cash money money maker |
Then I murk the track, uh huh, later |
Yo, see me, see me, I really am a problem |
In the Ruff Sqwad camp I’m known as a wrong’un |
I realise you man are soft like cotton |
You see my squad are rough like Compton |
And we talk flee girls and we got them |
Flee to the T, we got the swagger on lock and |
Don’t mention the word if you’re not and |
Keep sayin' «Flee» and we’re gonna have a problem |
With you, you and the rest of your crew |
We’re fully grown in this, you man are still youts |
That’s why I don’t drink whiskey, I drink Goose |
Big man ting, I don’t know about you |
Long, but champagne, we pop it |
I’m a drunken animal, I really gotta stop it |
But honest, that’s how I am, see |
So really I’m just tryna be me |
(I'm just tryna be me) So I stay flee |
Red and green from my neck to my feet |
Got that due flow, I could never rhyme loosely |
So tight and the swag’s so complete |
And I admit, it’s hard being me |
I make money everyday, go check, I’m guaranteed |
VIP guestlist, no need for ID |
Champagne rosé, girls around me |
And even if I had one leg left |
I’d still run up a bill in West End’s best |
Stay fresh, get more forget less |
Crazy for paper spend, senseless |
And I’m like a breath for the freshness |
And you smell the essence |
Keep my love locked down like K West’s |
Flee recognise flee, do you get the message? |