Tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’I pray these ni**as understand how passionate the tale isTo get you under my pressureRicherI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinTo get you under my pressureYes, uhBiggest, you feel me?Godfather with a garden full of snakesCall Porsche, time to give away a WraithBricks boy, tryna turn ’em into bassBig boy, I been tryin’ by the BravesCourt room soundin’ like I’m in the operaWent and got it, now these ni**as wanna knock usB**ches fallin’ ’cause they need a couple dollarsBut it ain’t a problem ’cause a ni**a really got itFat boy, rich ni**a, with a appetiteCount money all night under the candlelightSpinnin’ vinyl, Teddy P, us and LionelNot a model, but I know I been your idolBig bank, sparkin’ weed without a lighterOn fire ’cause I’m just a different writerPracticin’ social distance with all these snitch ni**asGuess he jealous ’cause I had his favorite b**ch with usBig bucks, steppin’ outta big trucksSteppin’ on my feet, it’ll get you f**ked upGot the squad with me and all they did was gimme loveFoot Locker, twenty deep, a ni**a spend a dubG-Wagen for my b**ch, that girl go live it upDeath row, that’s for these ni**as, I’ma hit ’em upMakaveli, it’s All Eyez on MePinkie rings, it’s still M-O-BI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’To get you under my pressureI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’To get you under my pressureTryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’Yeah, heart just turned purpleThree-sixty up front, it all comes full circleClass photographs, Sandy had me on my UrkelI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinPatty Mahomes ’bout to fall short a couple hunnidSigned, sealed, delivered, I f**ked the notary publicShe witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbersI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinYeah, make a set sailin’ Croatia to get a leverageGroundskeepers cuttin’ the grass and clippin’ the hedgesI took two mill’ out the cage down in the desertMatthew Maddocks called in the pit boss, double checkin’The number’s all good, just pay me, I’m at the Rondo”Real life, the whole fam’ goons like RaloOne truck in front of me, one behind me to followLemme get a lemon pepper order, pleaseYou gotta have the link before you order theseDockin’ jet skis in the Florida KeysWe all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than meYou just found a bottle with the messagesThese days, fame is disconnected from excellenceHalf the time, I gotta ask ni**as what they profession isUshered a generation in, these is where my confessions liveI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinI did brunch with the judge we appearin’ beforePrivate villas only, I don’t go near a resortWe want everything galore, not just Lira GaloreI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinFor real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozanI sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emojiThey all say they love me, but they hardly know meI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin
Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil’ manRecess hits, daddy prolly made another MSchool bell rings and I’m out there to get him againI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinYeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyedRegardless of what they husbands do to provideAskin’ if I know Beyoncé and Nicki MinajI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinOf course, pull up to the front in the fleet of SuburbansFlooded French Immersion with the Secret ServiceShit is so obvious, it defeats the purposeIf this is your hobby, then come and meet your makerChampagne, ring bells in the streets of JamaicaStarted at the crib, look how far this shit’ll take yaRoss sittin’ on two hunnid thirty-five acresI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinAnd that’s facts, Hamdah Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)Manzoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)All my Rolls Royces got a different body (Facts)Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)Lemme know if that’s a problemI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinIf you got a problem with me, gotta walk around itUsed to say I had ‘fore I got it, now I got it allAnd bein’ honest, I don’t really wanna talk about itAnd if I didn’t have it, wouldn’t wanna sulk about itI had it so long, I don’t even celebrate itNegative thoughts don’t even enter my inner matrixMagine me still rappin’ ’bout if I never made itI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinDamn, not too many parallels left in our livesI mean, my crib look bigger through my son’s eyesAnd the squad look bigger to the young guysAnd my dick feel better when you drunk, right?Spend nighttime starin’ at the sunriseAnd my diamonds all hittin’ like tie-dyeAir Canada send a ni**a when I dieY’all gon’ have to fly in and do your fake cryFirst couple rows, you gon’ see the real guysThe ones that purchase they vehicles ’cause their trunk sizeThe ones that look at other rappers like it’s lunch timeWatch on my wrist never showed me crunch timeCause I ain’t never let it come to that one timeTo be real, man, I never did one crimeBut none of my brothers could caption that lineAt all, kill me, that’s talent God wastedInstant noodles, sriracha, I still taste itWhen mama was too tired to cook and we had the basicsInstant noodles, sriracha, I still taste itNow it’s a movie, I’m back at Bellag’, wastedNi**as love tryna put my bag where the walls facin’Big body frames, wasn’t into car racin’Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin’I always end up droppin’ the top when it starts rainin’Livin’ in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin’After that, the killers just go into hibernationI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinDamn, rest in peace Dolla BillHow I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?How I’m so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryinEverybody that survive got survivor’s guiltMy label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire millsMy boy kitchen’s done, lookin’ like a flour millYou ni**as’ faces lookin’ like you drink sour milkAnd your albums like some mothaf**kin’ fire drillsIt’s like this shit feels real, but it’s never real (Yeah)I been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’To get you under my pressureI been tryin’, tryin’, tryin’, tryin’To get you under my pressure