I Been Trying Lyrics

I've been feeling kinda bad

All through the mud, straight through the dirt

Yeah, I've been dragged

I did this shit all on my own, I ain't tryna brag

He talkin' bout baggin' bitches

I'm talkin' bout grabbin' switches

Close range, don't shoot from distance

I feel my feelings driftin

Fuck you, can't show no pity

Where the drugs I'm tryna get litty

Go get six G's for fifty

Big bro tryna slide, I'm with it

Yo' niggas died mine didn't

Pop me a perk, I get higher than Whitney

If I really want something, i jump out and get it

If I'm steppin' outside, then you know that I'm drippin

I been livin' too good, yeah, I know that he shitty

I'm fucking her good, yeah I'm making her wobble

If the gang see the cops then I'm going full throttle

I ain't drink that much but I drunk the whole bottle

Bitch I'm really him what's a goon to a goblin

She tryna suck on a dick when I'm poppin

Don't worry bout them bitches, know that we locked in

I wish I was jokin' they say that I'm hella bogus

These niggas blinded by hoeness but girl I see you a trophy

That's too much guap put a cane on em

That's clean concrete, put a stain on it

These brand new bullets put his brain on it

I been prayin' for help, but I stay lonely, yeah

I been tryin', but I been lying

My mind been gone, my mind been gone

I been lying', but I been trying

My mind been gone, my mind been gone

I need to keep my patience, I need to quit this vaping

This shit just so frustrating

I told her I ain't shit, but she still thinkin' I'm amazing

We used to chat it up, but I ain't been hearing nothing lately

I hit the floor back to the wall

What you been through I done seen it all

don't text me ignoring all calls

15 blunts, I'll face them all

You killed yo self I'ma get you a ditch

Slept in the mud, yeah, I came from the trench

Handed out money to get you a bitch

I seen them papers, I know you a snitch

Just bought me a Zip bout 200

My favorite color been blue money

You say you better, nigga, prove somethin

You talkin' heavy, nigga, do somethin

You frontin' like you be a baller

Fakin' the rich, but you ain't got a dollar

misusin' his brains, send his head to the doctor

I be swerving in lanes tryna wrap up a charger

Cant fuck with these bitches they here cause they know ima dog I feel like I might need a collar

These bitches be snitchin', but I gotta keep her around

Cause she got good brain like a scholar

I'm pressin' the issue, I call up my shotta

Had to let her be gone cause she all in my wallet

Bitch, you don't know my struggles, I came from the bottom

Put some paint on his head, now we calling him rodman

Make me pull on a opp, bitch, you ain't never stood on the block

You ain't never put your hand on the Glock

Turned his head to a mop

Got his main bitch know she gon' flop

Young money, now her bed finna rock

Boy you ran from the Gwop, runnin' bands, I ain't never gon' stop

I don't care if you hate it or not

You told me to my face that you don't care about my music and nigga that's saying a lot

I've been tryin', but I've been lyin

My mind been gone, my mind been gone

I've been lying, but I've been trying

My mind been gone, my mind been gone