Текст песни Tryna Be - 2ka

Yeah... Uh! (YEUH!)
Yeeh! We back! (Ku-ku-koooo...)
YUAH! Yeah... (Uh!)
Be the man, but i ain't got a clue (Yeah... Yeeah!)
Need a hunnid
Yeah!

I'm tryna be the man
But I ain't got a clue
I need a hunnid bands
But momma need 2
I smoke a hunnid grams
To get me out the blue
It's dirt all on my hands
It's dirt all on my shoes

I'm tryna be the man
But I ain't got a clue
I need a hunnid bands
But momma need 2
I smoke a hunnid grams
To get me out the blue
It's dirt all on my hands
It's dirt all on my shoes

It's dirt all on my shoes
Then mud up in the crib
The roaches in the fridge
But fuck it, that's how we lived
Got uncles doin bids
Ain't seen 'em since we was kids
Can't say that we was rich
But fuck it that's how we lived
That's just how it is when you on top of shit
Solid nigga never miss
Only hits what I is
Came up on the ave, Imogen, where I live
Took it to the motherland
Now I'm livin big
And since I been on (My shit)
Lemme talk (My shit)
Smokin blunts in the backyard
Chillin wit my pops (And shit)
Out in Bots (Yuh!)
Then re ya ko kasi
Came back to the spot
Akhalwyas to the jaw
The good shit I forgot
I'm way too caught up in the plot
So when I look up to the stars
I thank my god, I got my shot
I thank my god, for when it's hard
I got my heart, I got my rock
And my lil mama, think it's karma
That I'm good wit all I got
It ain't gon stop

Shit too crazy
I was just broke, down bad, and bleedin
Now I feel amazing
It's work to do, but life is beautiful
My nigga, let's blaze it
I put my pride aside, so when I rise I'm on vacation
I'm tryna keep it basic
I'm tryna meet demands, I'm tryna pay my dues
Been tryna feed my fam, been tryna keep my cool
And time been on my side, thankfully I ain't no fool
And I been growing wise, and I be damned before I lose

I'm tryna be the man
But I ain't got a clue
I need a hunnid bands
But momma need 2
I smoke a hunnid grams
To get me out the blue
It's dirt all on my hands
It's dirt all on my shoes

Ay!
We came up, straight from the muddy muddy
Section 8 in the cutty cutty
Skateboard had a kid bloody bloody
Concrete was my study buddy
Hungry hungry kids
Lookin at life thru the broken lens
Jugglin friends
Post on the block tryna make new ends
Still on the block when the cops rolled in
Lookin for enemies
We do not fuk wit 'em, they not a friend of me
Movin too close, they lookin dead at me, deadly
Steadily grippin it heavily
Feelin like
They want me to see hell and they readily askin
"Who the niggaz w felonies?"
We was just tryna play ball on the corner
Now they countin heads on the street like it's sesame
Crazy...

But I ain't got a clue
I need a hunnid bands
But momma need 2
I smoke a hunnid grams
To get me out the blue
It's dirt all on my hands
It's dirt all on my shoes

I'm tryna be the man
But I ain't got a clue
I need a hunnid bands
But momma need 2
I smoke a hunnid grams
To get me out the blue
It's dirt all on my hands
It's dirt all on my shoes