Lyrical Breakdown of Tryna Figure Why - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Got money on my mind, but these niggas want my head
I'm tryna find out why, but these bitches want my bread
I'm changing people lives, but these niggas want me dead
I bet everybody die 'fore I let 'em take my breath
I'm looking to the sky, pray to God I make a way
I'm tryna figure why the ones I love the ones that hate
I'm tryna duck this system, running from the law
Uh, they gon' parry pistols, they in another car
I'm fallin' out with day ones, gettin' close to strangers
Stackin' up this paper, managing my anger
Smokin' opps with moonrocks, but it taste like za'
I'm drinkin' CBD lean, but it taste like Wock'
Suck it, bae, don't stop
I bust right in on opps
If I see an opp today, they gon' need a doc'
Used to sell re-rock, now, I remix instruments
Don't play with my top 'cause I be quick to send a hit
In the stu' sippin' Henny, then, I reminisce
Where was you when I was flippin' nicks and hittin' licks?
Strugglin' in the bricks, I had to chip in for the rent
I came up, I ain't shake, you got that paper and I split
Made me some new friends, it been feelin' like they been here
Knew each other since jits, how you let them beat you? Keepin' it real
I fought with my BM 'cause she gon' tell me what I need to hear
She want me at my best, but she love me at my worse still
I'm still poppin' Perkies still, even though, you don't like that shit
Bring a pint of lean, it must be sealed
Nigga, I ain't gon' buy that shit
Won't fall in the Faygo and lay there
I'm still stuck sittin' in the store right now
I'ma be a lil' later, I'm on my way, baby girl
But I'm at war right now
I'm tryna figure why you tryna drown me from savin' you
Know what I went through with these niggas
How you up and betrayed me too?
Count my life a blessing, even the stress that it take me through
When baby B need love, you got the whip for you, baby blue
If you ain't make it in the new year with me
Then, you don't know me home
Last time I heard from DJ, he was in ICU holdin' on
Even if it's encrypted, I don't speak business on the phone
I thought it was on some gangster shit
But just was recordin' on
Pussy nigga still ain't tryna make it right
But he ain't know he wrong
And I bleed concrete, this street shit all in my chromosome
Every time I reeled up, I kept flippin' to a bigger sack
All my niggas NFL, you know they gon' blitz for Yak
I'm NFL for real, you pussy-ass rappers be in the nosebleeds
Now, I'm in a car, and I'm poppin' molly with your hoe
Why, I am even tryna figure why you hatin' on?
Say, it's 2023, I'm the same old Z, but I changed my lo'
Bitch say, "Every time you fuck me, you take my soul"
Watch me drop a Perc' in a yellow Fanta, turn it gold
I'm tryna figure why niggas act like they don't know what's up with me
Most of the time when a nigga disrespect my mind
Then, it's someone gon' pop up dead
I'm tryna figure why niggas keep callin' my line
And a body ain't dropped nothin' yet
I see the news, I'ma call you
Nigga, stop callin' my phone, go pop some shit
I get my gas from Pluto, do what I do
And put a lil' something on it, yeah
Shoutout for real, my nigga, for real, give me all the advice
Earned my top, that's for real about whatever
That's my nigga, my love there