Tryin' ft. Sid... & Foreverr Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Tell a bitch don't pack no clothes, just get on the plane
You won't be trippin' bout these hoes if you know the game
Show the chain, bling, bling, caught her, I ain't no Dwayne
And you ain't gotta tell me, dawg, yeah, I know I changed
Way less available, way less relatable
Why it's always lames tryna explain how a player do
82 games, whole time I ball, same broads
Niggas cry bout dog, I'm in the draws
And I might not call
The plane land, I got plays in a line
Slave to the grind, nothin' pays more than crime
Been away, but it's fine, know I stay on her mind
She telling Nate she in the bind, it's innate for me to shine
We gon' make a nigga famous if he play with one of mine
Doctors say he ain't gon' make it, I'm in Vegas at the time
All my bitches got a shape and gotta let me shape her mind
He wit a hoe that can't be saved, but I don't blame the boy for tryin
You can't blame the boy for tryin', You can't blame the boy for tryin
I been less available, but you been heavy on my mind
I been on and off the road, I been a slave to the grind
But you didn't value my time, you didn't value my time
When I'm hustlin', you thinkin' that I'm lyin
And now you wanna try and go and change your mind
This not what you used to, and that's fine
And I never heard a bitch say, no, I don't
No, I can't stop it, or no, I won't
I can do this shit with both eyes closed
Or four blind folds been rappin' like I'm 09 Hov
Me and you are not alike, nigga, your kind fold
The sole reason why your hoe not home, now you know I'm chose
And you know them niggas hate when you're chosen
And your aura coke white or golden
But, nigga, I'll introduce your face to your colon
With these shots, niggas can't stop like goalies
Sidney Smalls ready to die at any moment
And forever having motion
Never been seen before, or heard in this fashion
I just emerge with classics and ass kick
Then strike a nerve, bitch, I'm nasty, the drippiest
Flexin' in a Benjamin Bixby fit, Sid's a trip
The only question now is, will he miss
If being solid is a crime, I'm guilty, bitch
I'm a real event
I gave my heart to a Lucifer spawn
But her ego won't allow her to accept the fact I will be missed
Right package, wrong address, but nothing clearly clicked
But it's a thousand hers, afterwards, I'll still be this
Shit
You can't blame the boy for tryin
You can't blame the boy for tryin
I've been less available, but you been heavy on my mind
I've been on and off the road, I've been a slave to the grind
But you didn't value my time
You didn't value my time
When I'm hustlin', you thinkin' that I'm lyin
And I ain't wanna try to go and change your mind
This is not what you're used to, and that's fine
You can't blame the boy for tryin
You can't blame the boy for tryin', yeah
You can't blame the boy for tryin
You can't blame the boy for tryin
Nah
You can't blame the boy for tryin
Can't blame the boy for tryin', oh