We Try
Flee Lord, Little Prodigy
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And now the moment we all been waitin' for
Your man, the motherfuckin' homie (Feelin' it
Feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it)
Puttin' on for us niggas (Feelin' it, feelin'
It, feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it)
Puttin' on for us bitches (Feelin' it, feelin'
It, feelin' it, feelin' it, feelin' it)
My stomach touchin' redbone, now give me somethin' to eat
These rap niggas cartoons, I put 'em all on the street
Look me in my eye, won't see the pain from pissed off
Bro got the keys, so what if bro your shit like that shit you spark
I held my hat low, I held my bitty down
I told them, "Hold up, open that kitty, child"
She wanna joke with me, I wanna smoke with her
Wah gwan, bad man, no teachy man, bitch, I'm a rude nigga
I'm a cold nigga, Grove Street road nigga
At least it was a fuckin' home, nigga
I see you niggas hearin', but is you really listenin'?
What, you don't see the sign? Don't fuckin' pay attention
So who is you? Who is you, nigga?
They can't dig what I done already gone through, nigga
They say, huh, the good die young
You live by the gun, then you die young by the damn gun
And this is why we try
And we try niggas, nigga, we grindin'
Only to survive, we get caught and tell lies
Gettin' high 'til we die, nigga, push the G5
Breathin' with the trees, vibe
This is why we try
And we try niggas, nigga, we grindin'
Only to survive, we get caught and tell lies
Gettin' high 'til we die, nigga, push the G5
Breathin' with the trees, vibe
This is why we try (Fuck the opps)
I pulled up in the Cutlass (Skrrt) on some fuck shit (Get 'em)
Blowin' on a bag of that, what's this?
Look up in the sky, I'ma cook a pack of pie (Whip)
Out in Brooklyn, laughin' high while you bitchin', askin' why (Pussy)
You like, "Why me, Lord?"
Tryna make it out, why they try me, Lord? (Brr)
I be smokin' on Biscotti in the bitty like it's legal (Uh-huh)
My speech a Desert Eagle and I squeeze
It at your people (Boom, boom, boom)
Ain't no sunshine, we rain on one time
You hate on thun grind, we bring that drumline, Flee
I'm self-made from the twelfth grade
Look, but don't touch, you could get that ass sprayed
Got Bando with me, that's Prodigy soul
If you been through what he been through
You would probably fold (RIP Lord)
Who else you know got a song with P? Part two
We gon' keep your name alive, Lord, you know how it go, ah
And this is why we try
And we try niggas, nigga, we grindin'
Only to survive, we get caught and tell lies
Gettin' high 'til we die, nigga, push the G5
Breathin' with the trees, vibe
This is why we try
And we try niggas, nigga, we grindin'
Only to survive, we get caught and tell lies
Gettin' high 'til we die, nigga, push the G5
Breathin' with the trees, vibe
This is why we try