Still Trying Lyrics

Sometimes I lose my mind it's off the shits I been through

Get money or stay broke, it doesn't matter they still gon' hate you

Some niggas ungrateful, how you gon' bite the fingers that fed you

Mind filled wit bullets and I shot it off the pistol

Sometimes I lose my mind it's off the shits I been through

Get money or stay broke, it doesn't matter they still gon' hate you

Some niggas ungrateful, how you gon' bite the fingers that fed you

Mind filled wit bullets and I shot it off the pistol

I'm at war that's why I'm keeping up my distance

If I say I love you bitch I treat you like my sister

And love you like my daughter

Respect you like my momma

Just tell me how you want it

Just tell me how you want it

For real I ain't even know how I started rapping

But I talk that gangster shit and be about it

Fuck nigga fuck nigga, fuck around get bodied

Do it by myself because I don't even need nobody

We was lil kids and you told me you riding

Keep it solid no switching sides

You ain't my homie if you switching sides

Done so many shit but you know we keep it silent

Wipe my own tears cause I hate to see me cryin'

Still trying

I'm still trying

Chasing all my dreams this shit like perfect timing

And when the top gets higher the more I'll be climbing

Wake up every morning say a pray then I go and get it

We grinding hard cause in this life nothing good comes easy

Even on the war front no surrender no retreating

I'm a soldier but can't show you when my heart is bleeding

Sometimes I lose my mind it's off the shits I been through

Get money or stay broke, it doesn't matter they still gon' hate you

Some niggas ungrateful, how you gon' bite the fingers that fed you

Mind filled wit bullets and I shot it off the pistol

I'm at war that's why I'm keeping up my distance

If I say I love you bitch I treat you like my sister

And love you like my daughter

Respect you like my momma

Just tell me how you want it

Just tell me how you want it

Babe don't call my phone, because I'll watch it ring

Came out from the trenches all I do is win win

I'm a big playa, all I do is play my wing

I got dead faces stock inside my jeans

I be chasing blue faces like a nigga creep

They think the young nigga gone cause I chest my dreams

I know that things get hard but I still feed the family

Pretty bad bitches wanna keep me company

I don't wanna feel that shit cause I'm going in

I got codine in my cup and you know I'll sip it again

Tattoos on my body shawty know I'm thuggin hard

And I'm stocked up in the grind, always want my pockets fat

That's facts, that's why my jeans sag

And I been starving lately always hungry for the bag

Not a little bag that's a bigger one

She call me slaughter gang

Like I'm twenty-one

Sometimes I lose my mind it's off the shits I been through

Get money or stay broke, it doesn't matter they still gon' hate you

Some niggas ungrateful, how you gon' bite the fingers that fed you

Mind filled wit bullets and I shot it off the pistol

I'm at war that's why I'm keeping up my distance

If I say I love you bitch I treat you like my sister

And love you like my daughter

Respect you like my momma

Just tell me how you want it

Just tell me how you want it