Clairmont the Second - trynuh Lyrics

Be at the depot for pizza by Weston we split the pay three way
Box was the plate
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I be at
Be at the
Be at the depot for pizza by Weston we split the pay three way
Box was the plate
Walking back sluggish
Cheese in my arteries swear the meat lovers be adding some weight
Man dem be back in the class with that faygo
The raspberry, blueberry, maybe the grape
Should have made lunch but it's never enough
So I'll just run this off I got practice 'til eight
Friends with the prettiest women around but I'm kinda offended they don't wanna date
Like
I ain't mad at them for passing, they don't owe me love
I'm just trying to say
Look at my fate
Never got fired from work but I hated that minimum wage
A nigga done threatened to watch me get robbed if he saw it 'cause I didn't give him some change
Crowd in a circle it look like a cypher
Three against one we all finna be late
Why they hell these niggas blocking my way
These hoes is putting they J's to a face
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna say
If something happen to me it's no longer 'bout me
It's 'bout family that's left in my place
I lost my cousin and we don't know why I just know that I hated the feeling it gave
My homie God
Keep us from danger in front of us and danger out of the way
Homie I'm different
I cannot party with niggas
That's way too far out of the way
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna say
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna say
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna
Girl gave twenty my way so that I ate while the fridge empty
No meat, couple loose veggies
My height make the stomach hefty
If I wanted I could have a deal but these white collar workers don't get me
We don't want it if it's not plenty
My catalog is the most leverage
Had enough for a couple pairs and I rinsed those 'til the sole left them
Cousin body couldn't hold up and it wasn't long 'til his soul left it
Looking peachy to the masses
Robin Williams before he flew away
Show teeth through the heartache
Stomach drop feel every single day
Niggas activists for a follow list being fake deep for the pay
Just a vessel I am not a God
I'm not tryna judge I'm just tryna say
When I be tryna have faith in the hood
All of my hoodies end up with a face
Don't gotta prove to these niggas I'm brave
I ain't a punk I'm just tryna
Aye