Lyrics I Been Tryin - Meechy Baby

You know, I really, I really just be rapping- Is that 4KTrey?
...
How I feel and what be on my mind, you dig?
Young Nick, Young Nigga
You know I can't put my trust in nobody nowadays
No
These, these niggas betray you
They, they'll cross you for real
Look, everything gon' be all right, heard that too many times
Sittin' by the river prayin', hopin' for some better days
It's like all I see is imposters, so I close my eyes
It's kinda hard for me to separate the real today
The trenches treacherous
I'm grindin' hard so I can shine just like this necklace
Late night we gon' ride out with them
Rods, they'll leave him cashless
Just seen them type and them liars
Now on my own I had to make a decision
I hustled hard for the guys, now I'm back
At home, stay to my end of the street
Stick to the code of the streets
It's like my heart so cold, somethin' frozen in me
One thing for sure, ten toes, ain't no ho upping me
Little homie went from sellin' dope to kickin' doors with his feet
Stick to the code of the streets
What you know about grindin' hard for your family?
I gotta make sure my family eat
I gotta hustle for my family tree
Mm
What you know about grindin' for your family?
I gotta make sure my family eat
I gotta hustle for my family tree
Yeah
I just left Chase Bank, opened account for my son
Then my little brother went to jail, made a withdrawal for his bond
Still makin' sure lil' Jay straight 'cause he can't hustle on a run
I got too much on my plate, sometimes I wanna run
Just ran away from all of this
Unlock up in the studio, I swear I put my all in this
My phone on disturb, I don't even wanna call my bitch
And I'm home a day, steady fightin', arguin' with my bitch
Steady get on my nerves, I'm steady tryna get us rich
Long nights and long days, I do this for my family shit
Say he stuck up in his ways, he go days without talking and shit
But you know I'm a good nigga, and I got a good heart and shit
And I done dealt with so much pain
Ain't a step all on my heart and shit
I'ma stepper with a steppa, behind you I'll go to war and shit
NBA 4KTrey, you know this some family shit
Everything gon' be all right, heard that too many times
Sittin' by the river prayin', hopin' for some better days
It's like all I see is imposters, so I close my eyes
It's kinda hard for me to separate the real today
The trenches treacherous
I'm grindin' hard so I can shine just like this necklace
Late night we gon' ride out with them
Rods, they'll leave him cashless
Just seen them type and them liars
Now on my own I had to make a decision
I hustled hard for the guys, now I'm back
At home, stay to my end of the street
Stick to the code of the streets
It's like my heart so cold, somethin' frozen in me
One thing for sure, ten toes, ain't no ho upping me
Little homie went from sellin' dope to kickin' doors with his feet
Stick to the code of the streets
What you know about grindin' hard for your family?
I gotta make sure my family eat
I gotta hustle for my family tree
Mm
What you know about grindin' for your family?
I gotta make sure my family eat
I gotta hustle for my family tree
Yeah