Try, try, try, try I pray these n****s understand I'm passionate, contentious To get you under my pressure Richard I've been trying, trying, trying, trying To get you under my pressure Biggest, biggest feeling Maybach Music Godfather with a gun full of sneaks Car Porsche, time to give away a Wraith Bricks ball, time to turn them into bass Big boy got me trying by the Braves Court room selling like I'm in a opera When it got it now these n****s want to knock us Baller cause they need a couple dollars But it ain't a problem cause a n**** really got it Fat boy, rich n**** with a appetite Count money all night under the candlelight Spending vinyl, Teddy P or is it Lionel? Not a model but I know I be an idol Big bank smoking n****s without a lighter On fire cause I'm just a different writer Practicing social distance with all these snitches Guess he jealous cause I had his favorite n**** with us Big bucks, stepping out of big trucks Stepping on my feet to get your n**** up Got the squad with me and all they did was give me love Footlocker 20 deeper n****s been a dub G-Wagon for my n**** that girl go live it up Death row that's for these n****s I'ma hit em up Machiavelli is all eyes on me Pinky rings and still M.O.B. Maybach Music I've been trying to get you under my pressure I've been trying, trying, trying, trying To get you under my pressure Trying, trying, trying, trying Yeah, heart just turned purple 360 up front it all comes full circle Class photographs and he had me on my Urkel I've been trying, trying, trying, trying Patti Mahomes bout to fall short a couple hundred Signed, sealed, delivered, I f***ing know the republic She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers I've been trying, trying, trying, trying Make a set selling Croatia to get the leverage Groundskeepers cutting the grass and clipping the hedges I took two mil out the cage down in the desert Matthew Maddox calling the pit boss double checking The numbers all good just pay me I'm at the rhino Real life the whole fam goons like Rallo One truck in front of me one behind me to follow Let me get a lemon pepper order please You gotta have the link before you order these Docking jet skis in the Florida Keys We all grateful for Weezy but no one more than me You just find a bottle with the messages These days fame is disconnected from excellence Half the time I gotta ask what they profession is Usher the generation and these are where my professions live I did brunch with the judge we appearing before Private villas only I don't go near a resort We want everything galore not just lyrical lore For real And my city love me like the Marlboro's And I send her the child support she send me the heart emoji They all say they love me but they hardly know me Dropped him off at school big day for my little man Recess hits daddy probably made another M School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again Teach a pair of mediums wives get googly eyed Regardless of what they husbands do to provide Asking if I know Beyonce or Nicki Minaj Of course Pull up to the front in a fleet of Suburbans Flooded fresh immersion with the Secret Service This so obvious it defeats the purpose If this is your hobby then come and meet your maker Champagne ring bells in the streets of Jamaica Started at a crib look how far the **** it'll take ya Raw sitting on 235 acres And that's facts Hamda Mohammed like my third cousin Facts Mansour Mohammed like my real brother Facts Dubai embrace me like an Emirati Facts All my Rolls Royces got a different body Facts Mansour he kidded out with every option Facts Let me know if that's a problem If you got a problem with me gotta walk around it Used to say I had it before I got it Now I got it all and being honest I don't really wanna talk about it And if I didn't have it wouldn't wanna talk about it I had it so long I don't even celebrate it Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix Imagine me still rapping bout if I never made it Damn Not too many parallels left in our lives I mean my crib look bigger through my son's eyes And the squad look bigger to the young guys And my **** feel better when you drunk right Spend night time staring at the sunrise And my diamonds all hidden like tie dye Air Canada sending **** when I die Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry First couple rolls you gon' see the real guys The ones that purchase they vehicles cause the trunk size The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time Watch on my wrist never show me crunch time Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time To be real man I never did one crime But none of my brothers could caption that line At all Kill me that's talent God wasted Instant noodle sriracha I still taste it When momma was too tired to cook and we had the basics Instant noodle sriracha I still taste it Now it's a movie I'm back at Balazs wasted Glove drop on my back with the walls facing Big body frames wasn't in the car racing Me and Chugs drive by shorty hard racing I always end up dropping the top when it starts raining Living in a 6, 8 week sun blazing After that the killas just go into hibernation Damn, rest in peace dollar bill How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still How I'm so famous gotta live where they hide the hills Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt My label gotta prove they love me gotta wire mills My boy Kitsch is done looking like a flour mill You n****s faces looking like you drink sour milk And your albums like some n****s fire drills It's like this sh** feels real but it's never real I will shine my light by the day you under my bed I will shine my light by the day you under my bed