Tryna Tell 'Em
Tryna tell em how to stack, tryna tell em how to flip
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Chopping it up with young niggas that's old in the face
Our path in life create roads by decisions we make
Decide if you fuck with messy hoes and niggas that's fake
Or folks that challenge you while encourage you to be great
He knew it was given with love and took it with grace
Went and did what he normally do with his days
Niggas feed trouble then surprised when it follows
They ain't tryna throw hands, they tryna sleep you with hollows
Can't see the value in themselves so you ain't seeing tomorrow
Sad singing and sorrow, tears and blood in the soil
And these OGs tryna get respect from these babies
Y'all niggas backwards lacking heart, should be leading the way
Tryna tell em how to stack, tryna tell em how to flip
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em how to build, tryna tell em they can dream
But they rather be a nightmare walking with a beam
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Ask my nigga D-Real, ask DopeStar Byrd
If it don't sound like money, then it's fuck what you heard
I'm talking houses and land, I'm talking diamonds that blinding
Still party in the hood, you can always find me
BBQ, fireworks, fish frys and funerals
All that shit cost money so I'm talking bout numerals
Do right by my wife, keep her cuticles beautiful
Inexcusable to accept losing, that's just delusional
I'm refusing to fail and stay down and desolate
Nigga ain't no resting until I setup my legacy
Ain't got time for no plexing or subliminal messages
I'm 100 with ya, ain't no fronting with ya, no messiness
Tryna tell em how to stack, tryna tell em how to flip
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em how to build, tryna tell em they can dream
But they rather be a nightmare walking with a beam
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Chopping it up with young niggas that's old in the face
Our path in life create roads by decisions we make
Decide if you fuck with messy hoes and niggas that's fake
Or folks that challenge you while encourage you to be great
He knew it was given with love and took it with grace
Went and did what he normally do with his days
Niggas feed trouble then surprised when it follows
They ain't tryna throw hands, they tryna sleep you with hollows
Can't see the value in themselves so you ain't seeing tomorrow
Sad singing and sorrow, tears and blood in the soil
And these OGs tryna get respect from these babies
Y'all niggas backwards lacking heart, should be leading the way
Tryna tell em how to stack, tryna tell em how to flip
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em how to build, tryna tell em they can dream
But they rather be a nightmare walking with a beam
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Ask my nigga D-Real, ask DopeStar Byrd
If it don't sound like money, then it's fuck what you heard
I'm talking houses and land, I'm talking diamonds that blinding
Still party in the hood, you can always find me
BBQ, fireworks, fish frys and funerals
All that shit cost money so I'm talking bout numerals
Do right by my wife, keep her cuticles beautiful
Inexcusable to accept losing, that's just delusional
I'm refusing to fail and stay down and desolate
Nigga ain't no resting until I setup my legacy
Ain't got time for no plexing or subliminal messages
I'm 100 with ya, ain't no fronting with ya, no messiness
Tryna tell em how to stack, tryna tell em how to flip
They rather talk about mac's and AKs with the switch
Tryna tell em how to build, tryna tell em they can dream
But they rather be a nightmare walking with a beam
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
Tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em, tryna tell em
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Writer(s): Daltalinn Carter
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