DRMLND - Tryna Live lyrics

[Hook: BTK] I'm just tryna live, I'm just tryna live I'm just tryna buy a couple cases for the crib I'm just tryna live, I'm just tryna live 20 b**hes in the studio, that's how it is I'm just tryna live, I'm just tryna live I ain't tryna worry bout the money I'm spend I'm just tryna live, I'm just tryna live (x2) [Verse 1: BTK] I'm just tryna break the all banks in the city Pull out with the hundreds, I don't really f** with 50's But shout out to 50, 9 shots, if they tryna get trippy I'll pull it out and bust on em, like I gave em a quickie She come and f** but I ain't tryna cuff Please give me a rest, no cuffs I got music that I'm tryna make a living with damn Bring the label to the office, pull the paper out and sign it That's a must All these new faces, man I can't trust Feelin' like a diamond in the rough I been in the dust Tryna get up and get it out mud Clean it up, get it right Get up out this f**in' city, get a life God damn, show me where the stage and the mic is If she ain't with the music, then she ain't my type b**h Reason she won't drive me to the hype is She ain't got a f**in' license They too worried bout the prices They don't ever want beef Guess they f**in' with the Tyson All I see is snake eyes, like a pair of dices I bet The King gon' like this I got a flow that's immaculate I got hoes that's attached to this I'm accurate, with the red dot I'll crack ya sh** and make em do a back flip I'm not a motha f**in' pacifist f** around and gimme racks to spend I'll get the Benz black I keep on givin' em the crack No f**in' wonder all I got is pen caps I'm just tired of a demo and a mixtape I just wanna fix faith and get this sh** straight I'm so f**in' ready to celebrate, my whole team Got the fist raised, let's go and get paid [Hook: BTK] (x2) [Verse 2: BTK] Cigarette smokin' alcoholic white boy Mind full of music, money, beer and white noise f** school, I never cared to be the cool cat But when I left, everybody knew who rapped That's the kid from the dirt road He dropped out and went to workin' on his flow Now he's droppin' all these other locals They ain't f**in' with his vocals They keep thinkin' he ain't sh**, I know they hurt tho I just, wanna be married to M's I been buried in depression since I was 10 Where to begin, take it back to King Street When was kids, we was tryna live Sneakin' alcohol through the window Weed in the pockets, dime bags full of nose candy Screamin' f** the cops We have it our way or no way Either my place or no place Tryna come up with bars Remind her that I'ma star I'm grindin' and I won't stop Till' my garage got 10 cars Did I take it too far?