Tryna Get More

Chorus:

Tryna get more out of life, darling just hand me the mic and I think I’ll be alright. Baby I don’t wanna fight, I could make everything alright if you just hand the mic. Tryna get more out of life. More out of life. Tryna get more out of life. More out of life.

Verse #1:

They say I got a problem with drugs and I better not abuse them. They say that I’m antisocial and I admit I’m a bit reclusive. But I just get tired of the illusion, the propaganda confusion, just wanna fucking diffuse it, infusing my views in music, But the truth is I refuse to even acknowledge my altitude when I’m using, and my attitude is I’m useless. So what the fuck? Am I acting foolish or am I that stupid? I can’t figure out why the hell I keep putting myself through this, when I feel highest whenever I write, when I choke the life up out of this mic. Yo I won’t OD tonight, no I told Opie goodnight. Put the pills down cause there’s more to life. But there’s a devil on my shoulder telling me to go left when I wanna go right. So until my life’s over I’ma try to stay sober put my fists up to fight. Put my thoughts on the pad, before I go mad, and wake up in the mortuary toe tagged. My sanctuary in music is rap, and I thank you for giving me this chance. Don’t live in the past but learn lifes lessons, I ain’t skipping class. Like Bagger Vance you can bet your ass man I got bigger plans/

Verse #2:

They say I got a gift in music, well then I swear I’ll never abuse it. From here on out I promise to only produce the realest true shit. I could never rap about jewelry and cars to me that’s stupid. I could never bring myself to stand in front of some fake ass movement. Fuck mainstream music chuck the deuces, care less what they’re doing. Can’t be confused which direction I’m shooting, yo through this life that I’m cruising, my mind is all that I’m losing, tryna be flawless is useless, just look at these scars and these bruises.. Got brought back by a couple paramedics, two shots of Narcan, a couple hundred compressions. But the man upstairs said it’s not my time, came back to Earth I’m here to take what’s mine. By the grace of God I got a second shot. Use caution like the weapon’s hot. Indestructible? Nope I guess I’m not but I swear one day I’ll be dope as Pac. These hands were made to be holding Glocks, armor piercing rounds and I’m overstocked. Music? Fuck yea I got more to drop, product so hot better call your local cops. You could watch me flow to the top, maybe you could tell me if I’m close or not, shit I don’t even know where I’m supposed to stop but then just like that that chorus drops.