Trials & Tribulations Lyrics

Niggas always with they hand out but ain't got shit To give

Trials and tribulations of the life that I gotta live

If I get Locked up you wouldn't write me so you not my friend

Hanging round sum members gettin money all we know is win

Never wanted to fit in ALWAYS wanna be me

I can post any block in the hood they welcome thee

They know I got my own gun so I move comfortably

Any time I fell off I had to get back on my feet

Bad bitch from Midwest I had that hoe on her knees

She said boy you went off I do it on every beat

Plus she like the way I dress

And love when we fuck to sleep

If I drop a tape tonight

I bet the city fuck wit me

By the time September here ima be 1 Up Jay Bandz

If you don't know bout virgo season then you don't stand a chance

Choppa got the opps diddy bopping like it's a tik tok dance

We been getting money while they ass selling food stamps

Niggas always with they hand out but ain't got shit To give

Trials and tribulations of the life that I gotta live

If I get Locked up you wouldn't write me so you not my friend

Hanging round sum members gettin money all we know is win

Trials and tribulations in my life but I ain't tryna die

Did a lot to get here now it's time i shine like I'm Mike (

Any day we could go so

I say love you instead of bye

Now a days everybody tryna balance lows wit the highs

Every time I turn around they say somebody close died

That shit make my heart hurt and my eyes wanna cry

Rip my fallen ones they said he was a stand up guy

I een rollin' wiz and snoop dogg logs tryna be high all night

Even got on a knee and told the lord that I need his might

29 gen 4 cost 650 this bitch my new pipe

I'm still kicking 10 rounds in I go the whole fight

Say we grew up like brothers but we actually cousins

Now I'm thinking like what done happen to em

These niggas ain't reall nighas is snakes

That's why I'm strapped in the battlefield

Now I'm on the road goin to my show

I'm in Atlanta and it feel good

I'm on this balcony wit my feet kicked up hold on wait lemme spark my wood

2 times for Monte so everything in life good

St. Peter's street be known crack but ain't nun like oak wood

Every where I went in life I always been misunderstood

Now I'm drinking a bottle in Orlando just living life how you wish you could

Niggas always with they hand out but ain't got shit To give

Trials and tribulations of the life that I gotta live

If I get Locked up you wouldn't write me so you not my friend

Hanging round sum members gettin money all we know is win

Never wanted to fit in ALWAYS wanna be me

I can post any block in the hood they welcome thee

They know I got my own gun so I move comfortably

Any time I fell off I had to get back on my feet