Trials & Tribulations

Dmac on the fuckin' track Tahj Money I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage No point in church 'cause the Preacher can't keep them poles from clappin' It seem like evil and my soul attractin' Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic 'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen A nigga plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin' Go handle that, they wipe his nose way before we try Can't really feed into a nigga when I know he lyin' Love my lil' killer, keep him with me 'cause I know he ridin' Hood on my back, was bustin' two-fours like Kobe Bryant Sometimes I think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dyin'? In that i8, I drop the top to let my Rollie shine Make all these bitches stop and stare, like, "Girl, he know he fine" Lookin' at this jewelry, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for mils I took my Glock on tour with me, way OT with the steel Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real Too much medicine, this raw shit got me fiendin' for pills If them bullets ain't take out Lil B, he'd be in the field I got soldiers marchin', lookin' for a reason to kill He passionate about the murder, slang that heat with some skill I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage No point in church 'cause the Preacher can't keep them poles from clappin' It seem like evil and my soul attractin' Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic 'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen You know the come-up was real when your mans hate I just want a bag, put in that work and grow my fanbase I just spill my life up on that beat and switch my landscape I been tryna load up on them hundreds 'til them bands break They say money talk, them VVSs help it translate And robbers get some hot shit out the nine when them cans shake These days, niggas logged in to who they wanna be Feet up in the county, nigga, better give that phone to me I ain't got it all, so could you please watch your tone with me? Got my granny trippin', tryna figure out what's wrong with me I'm from where you gotta make it happen when you wanna eat They know I'ma spazz every time I breathe on the beat I stood ten toes, I couldn't fold or panic Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage No point in church 'cause the Preacher can't keep them poles from clappin' It seem like evil and my soul attractin' Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic 'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen