Keep Trying lyrics

Hook:

Mama told me not to beef and I been trying lord, but b*tch I'm straight up out that gutter I got time for it, ? and i'mma shoot promise to god lord, I'm on his ass I'm at his door just like his landlord
And that's on hoover I ain't no hoe b*tch i'mma slide for it, you better not tweak don't let them drugs give you a high horse, cause I got n*ggas just like me they ride or die for it, ? cause I'm too hot for it
Riding around in Rovers I got guap boy, AR in the passenger I'm a hotboy, b*tches use to laugh now they not boy, you know you got it like I got it if you my boy
Ain't no way of passing me I'm too hot boy, You gone make me crash ? don't get shot boy, junkies want that good dope I got a lot more, tryna be the trap god f*ck a clout lord

Verse:

That's my n*gga that's my brother I'm gone ride for him, and if a n*gga disrepect he gone die for him, 30 bullets in this tech I got a lot more, wondering why he brought a vest bro take his top off
From the projects but I left I got my guap up, Don't want beef b*tch we too street and it's a lot of us, doing it for the lil geek I'm getting of you, you a b*tch just like your daddy I know he proud of you
I don't want no more of that lean but I think my body does, I mean I do like how it feel but I ain't proud of drugs, we AKs we got SKs got a lot of guns, and I ain't never play no games but catching bodies fun
I just bought a glizzy don't make me blast off, you grew up a sissy and that's your dad's fault, we hit licks and plenty and that's the bad part, I got rich I'm wealthy just bought a Jaguar
My new b*tch been living sober say she tired of drugs, look you gotta pop a xan you wanna ride with us, I'mma ? think I'm satan because I lie to her, I just got too many b*tches ain't got time for love