Young Roddy - Trying lyrics

Verse 1: Young Roddy And I'm just trying to get rich my n***a Uh, riding round with my tooley Sipping on that Bobby Brown Rest in peace to Big Hooley Rest in peace to Michael Brown Hands up and my face down But the cops might still shoot me I gave the world my lifestory But they still don't know Route The Ruler Damn I'm just trying to stay focused Tired of seeing my n***as caged And I know they tired of that (?) Been grinding way too long, god damn I'm just trying to get over, trying hide my pain sh**, just hope nobody don't notice They try and k** my pride Man they try to f** me over Got a gold chain on my neck I got a stone chip on my shoulder I'm a trill n***a, thats trill sh** My mama raised a soldier My pops left, told me I'd comprehend when I got older Boy what that is, that ain't good sense Boy f** that sh** I'm a hood n***a, that hood sh** in my blood Say a prayer for a real n***a, they say the good die young A b**h n***a get jacked quick, but I ain't never jacked my plug All they know is sippin' that Henny, all we know is smokin' on blunts I fell off like a few times but I got my money back up Man they love it when you piss poor sh** they hate to see you come up They hate it when you bounce back Got mad loot I started from scratch All we know is flippin' that what? All we know is shippin' them packs I thank God for this rap sh**, I came a long way from that trap The devil always workin, almost knocked me off my track Got a bad b**h on the West Coast and she always smokin' that gas I beast mode in that p**y, she came first and I came last Got a hot b**h on the East Coast, her head fire, she deepthroat She strip to make a little extra, say she got money but need more But ain't nothing like a Southside b**h who was raised up on that G-code She smoke good, she f** good, b**h even wrap them kilos She learned it from her brother Told me if she ever need man she'll whack a n***a no frontin' Shorty thats my n***as, yah, shorty keep it one hundred She compliment my hustle, she the extra piece to my puzzle If you dont feel me then f** ya Uh But pardon my French my n***as I'm just trying to get rich my n***a Its Jet Life to my next life b**h its Jet Life to my next life Better straighten up, she better straighten up This b**h losing her balance She trying to get to my castle, she wanna f** a n***a on camera Soo-woo, 31st I do my sh** for that Manor I was raised round that red rag If you b**h made then you a dead man Jigga gave you that Blueprint, me I gave you that Good Sense I only talk mathematics, Spitta gave you that Stoned Immaculate Uh I'm just trying to get rich my n***a b**h pardon my French my n***a Its Jet Life to my next life b**h its Jet Life to my next life