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omb peezy - try so hard lyrics

[intro]
rippa on the beat, b-tch

[chorus]
i’m sorry, mama
you can’t save me from this lifestyle, yeah
it ain’t your fault, it’s my own
sh-t get crazy when it’s lights out
i’m tryna find my way home
i try, i try, i try so hard
i try, i try, i try so hard
you can’t save me from this lifestyle
it ain’t your fault, it’s my own
sh-t get crazy when it’s lights out
i’m tryna find my way home
i try, i try, i try so hard
i try, i try, i try so…

[verse 1]
hard, all this sh-t breakin’ me apart
wanna get down on my knees and pray to god
but i don’t know where to start
guess i’ll start by askin’
why the f-ck i gotta play with these cards?
but these the ones that i was dealt
way too much pride to ask for help
i was on that block by myself
glock in my belt
when i go to sleep, it’s on the pillow
feel my bed too far from the shelf
gotta keep it close
they ridin’ with you but they ain’t your folks
i know a lot of n-gg-s hatin’ on the low
they know lil peezy from the grove
same place i ride and die for
oh, you a k!ller, b-tch? what you hidin’ for?
they shoot him dead, eyes closed
my time comin’, i know
you hatin’, suck a d-ck and die slow
i can’t go without my iron, feel like i’m losin’ my mind
ain’t go up and stop making my kind
ain’t no lying in my rhymes
i can’t fake it
i promise i’ll chase a n-gg- down for four acres
with a glock with no safety
they pray i don’t make it
ridin’ with a .40, still smokin’ on papers
i’ll give you my heart but i promise i’ll never chase you
a n-gg- stress and downin’ hennessy with no chaser
i’m sorry, mama
you can’t save me from this lifestyle
this sh-t get crazy when it’s lights out

[verse 2]
i tried to paint you a picture
all this pain taking over my brain, can’t get rid of it
all these n-gg-s changin’ up for the fame, what we livin’
this sh-t crazy, they’ll blow out your brains for a lil’ penny
penitentiary chances, that’s what they takin’ up in the kitchen
whippin’ grits ’cause n-body got it, the fiends trippin’
i ain’t sh-t, word to the b-tches tryna get with it
i ain’t got no time for the f-ckin’ huggin’ and kissin’
look surprised
close your mouth ‘fore somethin’ fly in it
i put the bullsh-t to the side, i’m tryna stack up my benjis
ain’t no more s-xual intercourse with all these random women
my mama was too late to save me, i was too deep up in it
but i tried
i be out here makin’ my moves, yeah, i try
peezy p done paid his dues, i don’t know why
they still want me to lose but i try
you can’t walk a mile in my shoes, yeah, i try
if you told, turned your back on me, or lied
then i promise you, you ain’t no friend of mine
i’m smokin’ pressure, pourin’ fours while i slide
that heater on me ’cause it’s cold outside
if you told, turned your back on me, or lied
then i promise you, you ain’t no friend of mine
i’m smokin’ pressure, pourin’ fours while i slide
that heater on me ’cause it’s cold outside

- omb peezy lyrics

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