Try So Hard

(albüm: Preacher To The Streets - 2019)

Rippa On The Beat, bitch

I'm sorry, mama
You can't save me from this lifestyle, yeah
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so hard
You can't save me from this lifestyle
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so

Hard, all this shit breaking me apart
Wanna get down on my knees and pray to God
But I don't know where to start
Guess I'll start by asking
Why the fuck I gotta play with these cards?
But these the ones that I was dealt
Way too much pride to ask for help
I was on that block by myself
Glock in my belt
When I go to sleep, it's on the pillow
Feel my bed too far from the shelf
Gotta keep it close
They riding with you but they ain't your folks
I know a lot of niggas hating on the low
They know Lil Peezy from the Grove
Same place I ride and die for
Oh, you a killer, bitch? What you hiding for?
They shoot him dead, eyes closed
My time coming, I know
You hating, suck a dick and die slow
I can't go without my iron, feel like I'm losing my mind
Ain't go up and stop making my kind
Ain't no lying in my rhymes
I can't fake it
I promise I'll chase a nigga down for four acres
With a Glock with no safety
They pray I don't make it
Riding with a .40, still smoking on papers
I'll give you my heart but I promise I'll never chase you
A nigga stress and downing Hennessy with no chaser
I'm sorry, mama
You can't save me from this lifestyle
This shit get crazy when it's lights out

I'm sorry, mama
You can't save me from this lifestyle, yeah
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so hard
You can't save me from this lifestyle
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so

I tried to paint you a picture
All this pain taking over my brain, can't get rid of it
All these niggas changing up for the fame, what we living
This shit crazy, they'll blow out your brains for a lil' penny
Penitentiary chances, that's what they taking up in the kitchen
Whipping grits 'cause nobody got it, the fiends tripping
I ain't shit, word to the bitches tryna get with it
I ain't got no time for the fucking hugging and kissing
Look surprised
Close your mouth 'fore something fly in it
I put the bullshit to the side, I'm tryna stack up my benjis
Ain't no more sexual intercourse with all these random women
My mama was too late to save me, I was too deep up in it
But I tried
I be out here making my moves, yeah, I try
Peezy P done paid his dues, I don't know why
They still want me to lose but I try
You can't walk a mile in my shoes, yeah, I try
If you told, turned your back on me, or lied
Then I promise you, you ain't no friend of mine
I'm smoking pressure, pouring fours while I slide
That heater on me 'cause it's cold outside
If you told, turned your back on me, or lied
Then I promise you, you ain't no friend of mine
I'm smoking pressure, pouring fours while I slide
That heater on me 'cause it's cold outside

I'm sorry, mama
You can't save me from this lifestyle, yeah
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so hard
You can't save me from this lifestyle
It ain't your fault, it's my own
Shit get crazy when it's lights out
I'm tryna find my way home
I try, I try, I try so hard
I try, I try, I try so