I'M TRYNA

I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Why'd you think that I bruck this weight? Tagging it into different shapes Supply and demand, I got deals all day Really take trips, pulling up on estates But I ain't seeing not one familiar face Feds in the rear, fully gas, no brakes I'm in a blacked out ding-dong with no plates I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Why'd you think that I bruck this weight? Tagging it into different shapes Supply and demand, I got deals all day Really take trips, pulling up on estates But I ain't seeing not one familiar face Feds in the rear, fully gas, no brakes I'm in a blacked out ding-dong with no plates Dots came long, chopped it shorter Numb to the fact death's around the corner Masked up, creeping around like a stalker Tryna put somebody's son on my bora Six shot spin parked off and it's greased down Weak in the knees now he's seen this, yeah Slap more than one, I ain't inna no beat down This ain't tables, ladders and chairs I'm tryna better my circumstances Why'd you think Pozer's now an artist? Still live for anyone asking Back mine out of da sheath and harm him I never thought that I would be charting Come a long way from where I was starting Live on the strip, my Nokia dancing If I see feds, you know I'm departing I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Why'd you think that I bruck this weight? Tagging it into different shapes Supply and demand, I got deals all day Really take trips, pulling up on estates But I ain't seeing not one familiar face Feds in the rear, fully gas, no brakes I'm in a blacked out ding-dong with no plates I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Raking it in, that's by any means Sauced my blade now I'm bleaching it clean Being extra using Mr. Sheen I see through the whole of these yutes, they're fake Why'd you think that I ain't got time for these neeks? Teeth in the ride, honestly Gloves on tight tryna hide my ID I don't know duke, but he said he knows me Cap, we checked and your CV's blank I bill spliffs, and they look like bats, and pour half sets drinking slatt I cut ties if they look like rats, and I won't indulge if it ain't 'bout racks I'm in the trap with the yeah in my lap The folks 'nem telling me stick to the rap Shake it, shake it, she wanna shake it Shake it, I'm tryna break her back I don't do bets like William Hill, but I bet I'ma die tryna get to the bag Bad one said that she proud of me But I know all she wants is a Prada bag I'm running up lag even if my feet cramp Cuh where I'm born from, nah I won't go back I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Why'd you think that I bruck this weight? Tagging it into different shapes Supply and demand, I got deals all day Really take trips, pulling up on estates But I ain't seeing not one familiar face Feds in the rear, fully gas, no brakes I'm in a blacked out ding-dong with no plates I'm tryna see how much bread I can make Why'd you think that I bruck this weight? Tagging it into different shapes Supply and demand, I got deals all day Really take trips, pulling up on estates But I ain't seeing not one familiar face Feds in the rear, fully gas, no brakes I'm in a blacked out ding-dong with no plates