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out chea tryna win - malcolm smalls lyrics

[chorus]
they must think i pretend, til i’m out in the benz
100, no 10s, all family, no friends
can’t front on my end, that’s what’s up on my end
all we taught is to descend, only used to know to sin..
i’m out chea tryna win win win win win win
i don’t play about them, keep my way from round’ them
they won’t keep me down again, gin gin gin gin gin
i’m out chea tryna win, i’m out chea tryna win

[verse 1]
my fingers is itchin’, i’m thinkin i’m different, conflicted, i figured, i rather get riches
i’m cookin’ some sh-t that ain’t came out a kitchen, no games with the hunger, this straight for the district
so i can’t keep sittin, i’m active, real like i’m fishin, stay stuck in ya feelings, i’m makin moves
just gettin warm this is practice, tryna sell-out msg, and no this ain’t no asian food
all that success is attainable, they say that cash talks, that’s debatable…
swimmin with sharks and these gators, my foot on the pedal, to keep it sustainable
i will not slip like ted bennekke, this is for my tribe out in chesapeake
we used to shoot for the head of the centipede, now we just headin to beverly
hands-down, no hands out, they walked all over me, i’m stamped now
so we all over like ant piles, rockin’ everywhere, so they can’t style
can’t kid wit em they man-childs, n-ggas hated on me, they fans now
what i’m bout, keep my faces straight, now i can’t clown, make sure the team is on the same route
i got some brothers in prison, i got some graves that i visit
these were the hands that were given, i can’t be stuck in the system
thank god that the karma ain’t caught up to me, i done did dirt to keep livin’
soon as i come to my senses, lames wanna stop me from gettin’ it, b-tches..

[chorus]

[verse 2]
hurt people hurt people, word, we peaceful
at the apex of the food chain, but lettin little sh-t eat you
i’m tryna build a nonprofit for children, mcdonaldization affecting the millions
i left high-school without knowin a thing, learned how to follow directions, ain’t learn how to think…
all for the gpa, i couldn’t deviate, summer come ’round, i pimped–ss(pemdas), on the beach today
youngin’s, that blazin on somethin’ no easybake, teacher’s just p-ssed us the easy-way, keep awake
winnin’ 4 me isn’t throwin a stripper dough, winning is keepin my inner-soul
they pray for my downfall, i get it though, it’s not just me, it’s the visual, a free individual
a youngin’ that does what he wants… don’t gotta beg to be loved
ain’t tryna please you lil n-ggas, this for the man up above
f-ck your acceptance, this the run, you’ll accept it, this is a win that is destined
shin splints, tryna catch ’em, cause i refused to be fenced in, house n-gga
i’m tryna teach all my brothers the way, people wantin my spot but got nothin say
pick up a book ‘for you come in my face, i don’t care about swag or the gun on ya waist
all of that petty, mean nothin to me… i only want fame, cause we need some beliefs…
youngins be thinkin it’s cool to be junkies, they k!llin fa shyt they can’t even keep..

[chorus]

- malcolm smalls lyrics

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