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try - scy jimm lyrics

[intro]
know what i’m sayin’
bb had to do it to ’em
real street n*gga, know what i’m sayin’
real trench baby n*gga, know what i’m sayin’
aye shi*shi*shi get kinda hard, you know what i’m sayin’
when you outchea strugglin’ and missin’ yo n*ggas onnat yard ya feel me
free my brudda man

[chorus]
yeah, i don’t do sh*t but try (on gang)
went and got it out the mud refuse to sit and cry (yeah)
i been going through a lot, i just been gettin’ high
(shhhhhh)
hit this drank, fye up this gas, and put my feelings out
you know i asked you for the truth how you gone sit and lie
(the f*ck)
not even a million dollars could make me be a different guy
(on gang)
these n*ggas ain’t really having motion they jus gettin’ by
(n*gga)
i ain’t even blow yet and these n*ggas already switchin’ out
(on gang) (the f*ck)

[verse]
aye
quick to cut a b*tch off, i don’t think i need ya (i don’t think i need ya)
i’m undiscovered, they say they never seen this kinda creature
(what the f*ck)
she a ig model but for 40 dollars sh*ll eat ya (uh, uh, uh, uh)
they hate i’m a star player, remember sittin’ on the bleachers
(on gang)
ion need nun n*gga on my features (n*gga)
we can grid but, ima go and get that fye if i can’t beat ya
(on gang n*gga)
how i be talking on this beat they might mistake me for a preacher
(who, who, who)
tryna get them m’s and flood the streets with keys like alicia
you need some lessons, ill teach ya n*gga
(yeah)
havin’ motion (giving out lessons on you f*ck n*ggas)
i know i was chosen (know what i’m sayin’, you n*ggas)
big drac what i’m totin’
(gotta count my blessings, you know what i’m sayin’)
lil bro watch how you approach me
you n*ggas bussin’ down hoes, i was missing shows and bussin’ down o’s
(down o’s n*gga) (yeah)
i was outchea broke as f*ck, stealing out stores (huh)
gotta thank the lord, we came a long way from sharin’ clothes
(on gang)
b*tch i put that on my soul (that’s on my soul n*gga)
gimmie that bag and ima show you n*ggas what to do with them riches
(what to do with them riches)
po say i can’t have guns i got a few of them b*tches
(yeah i got a few of them sticks)
i’m just tryna make it out the trenches, bring my n*ggas wit me
(aye)
bout that bag, i’m down to travel wherever no matter the distance
(aye)
b*tch i ball like the pistons
everyday i’m duckin’ a sentence
(who, who, who)
i was locked up, 4am exchanging my linen (on gang n*gga)
stay out these n*ggas face, k!ll a snake, just for pretending
(gltaow, gltaow, gltaow, gltaow)
done took so many l’s, its time i start collecting my winnings
(aye)
lil shawty love when i’m in it
(uh, uh, uh)
can’t put trust in these women
(uh, uh)
i ain’t never been stingy, if shawty bad ima spend it
(bad ima spend it)
n*gga say that he lookin for me, i’m right in the trenches
(b*tch i’m right in the hood n*gga)
i’m getting bullied for bluefaces remember scr*ping up pennies
[bridge]
yeahhh man
real trench baby, you know what i’m sayin’ (this sh*t)
(you know what i’m sayin’) (f*ck a n*gga)

[verse]
aye, it seem like yesterday a n*gga was just broke as f*ck, you know what i’m sayin
i don’t do sh*t but try (on gang)
went and got it out the mud refuse to sit and cry (yeah)
i been going through a lot, i just been gettin’ high
(shhhhhh)
hit this drank, fye up this gas and put my feelings out
you know i asked you for the truth how you gone sit and lie
(the f*ck)
not even a million dollars could make me be a different guy
(on gang)
these n*ggas ain’t really having motion they jus gettin’ by
(n*gga)
i ain’t even blow yet and these n*ggas already switchin’ out
(on gang)

- scy jimm lyrics

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