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billythekidd386 - tryna live lyrics

[hook: btk]
i’m just tryna live, i’m just tryna live
i’m just tryna buy a couple cases for the crib
i’m just tryna live, i’m just tryna live
20 b-tches in the studio, that’s how it is
i’m just tryna live, i’m just tryna live
i ain’t tryna worry bout the money i’m spend
i’m just tryna live, i’m just tryna live (x2)

[verse 1: btk]
i’m just tryna break the all banks in the city
pull out with the hundreds, i don’t really f-ck with 50’s
but shout out to 50, 9 shots, if they tryna get trippy
i’ll pull it out and bust on em, like i gave em a quickie
she come and f-ck but i ain’t tryna cuff
please give me a rest, no cuffs
i got music that i’m tryna make a living with d-mn
bring the label to the office, pull the paper out and sign it
that’s a must
all these new faces, man i can’t trust
feelin’ like a diamond in the rough
i been in the dust
tryna get up and get it out mud
clean it up, get it right
get up out this f-ckin’ city, get a life
god d-mn, show me where the stage and the mic is
if she ain’t with the music, then she ain’t my type b-tch
reason she won’t drive me to the hype is
she ain’t got a f-ckin’ license
they too worried bout the prices
they don’t ever want beef
guess they f-ckin’ with the tyson
all i see is snake eyes, like a pair of dices
i bet the king gon’ like this
i got a flow that’s immaculate
i got hoes that’s attached to this
i’m accurate, with the red dot
i’ll crack ya sh-t and make em do a back flip
i’m not a motha f-ckin’ pacifist
f-ck around and gimme racks to spend
i’ll get the benz black
i keep on givin’ em the crack
no f-ckin’ wonder all i got is pen caps
i’m just tired of a demo and a mixtape
i just wanna fix faith and get this sh-t straight
i’m so f-ckin’ ready to celebrate, my whole team
got the fist raised, let’s go and get paid

[hook: btk] (x2)

[verse 2: btk]
cigarette smokin’ alcoholic white boy
mind full of music, money, beer and white noise
f-ck school, i never cared to be the cool cat
but when i left, everybody knew who rapped
that’s the kid from the dirt road
he dropped out and went to workin’ on his flow
now he’s droppin’ all these other locals
they ain’t f-ckin’ with his vocals
they keep thinkin’ he ain’t sh-t, i know they hurt tho
i just, wanna be married to m’s
i been buried in depression since i was 10
where to begin, take it back to king street
when was kids, we was tryna live
sneakin’ alcohol through the window
weed in the pockets, dime bags full of nose candy
screamin’ f-ck the cops
we have it our way or no way
either my place or no place
tryna come up with bars
remind her that i’ma star
i’m grindin’ and i won’t stop
till’ my garage got 10 cars
did i take it too far?

- billythekidd386 lyrics

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