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Tryna Win

 

Tryna Win

(アルバム: Bladadah - 2015)


I'm a drug dealer bitch
I deal drugs
My niggas ain't rappers, they the real thugs

Maximum capacity is filled up
Kill switch on a stick I'm tryna kill some
How you fuckin with them suckas
But its still love
You don't really love me that ain't real love
If the brick's sealed up, tell em line it in
Ima pay what niggas charging on my mama kids
Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win
Shit don't go as planned we gon try again
Run on top op cuz I'm tryna live
And only hell in the shots ima fire ten
Head first in the funk, I be diving in
So when we finally bump heads know what time it is
My name ring bells through the city streets, any friend of mine gon share the same enemy
Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win
If the shit don't go as planned we gon try again
Its run on top op cuz I'm tryna live
And the only hell in shots Ima fire ten
Head first in the funk I be diving in
So when we finally bump heads, know what time it is
My name ring bells through the city streets, any friend of mine share the same enemy
They find the hammer in the car Ima take the charge
Say that thang mine before I say its ours
Told youngin stay in school he tried to say its hard
Street shit ain't what it seem never make it far
Prison bars make a man out you little niggas
Run on top down a op, kill a nigga
Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters
Niggas throw they life away like they ain't gotta future

They find a hammer in the car Ima take the charge
Ima say that thang mines fore I say its ours
Told youngin stay in school he tried to say its hard
Street shit ain't what it seem, you never make it far
Prison bars make a man out you little niggas
Run on top down a op, tryna kill a nigga
Right hand to the sky on the fallen shooters
Niggas throw they life away like they ain't gotta future
It is what it is
Im Gucci though
They say the homies woofin on me, niggas goofy though
Little iphone 6 is full of nookie hoes
Rockin the Gucci slippers with my trueies on
Hip bone with the tooly on, stewy wit it
Attach a bag to his stomach, let him dookie in it
But the hood would never be the same without the goonies in it
Takin pictures with the suckas you look bootsie in it
Sacrifice it all when I'm tryna win

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