Freddie Gibbs - Just Tryin' Ta Make It lyrics
Freddie Gibbs [Fredrick Jamel Tipton] Gary, Indiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Freddie Gibbs - Just Tryin' Ta Make It lyrics]
Yeah, okay gangsta, Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
Yeah, I'm down
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yeah, life at a hundred miles an hour, nigga
I live my life in the fastlane
Hundred miles an hour
Anything for the cash, mane
Marijuana to powder peep the style of a
Ghetto child runnin' wild
At the park, hydroponics gettin' sparked
Steppin' over broken crack vials
It's like this way of livin' chose me
Police approaching me
This ain't the way I wanna be
This ain't how I wanna live
I dream about having kids, but I'm afraid
That as they grow they won't
See they daddy live
'Cause daddy is problematic
Daddy got bad habit's
Hopefully when I'm older
I look back and I laugh at it
For now, I'ma deal with it
Get my heat and kill with it
I'm droppin' any nigga in the
Way of my meal ticket, i wonder why
In the ghetto, we really living to die
Hunger pains make you fiend for a
Slice of the devil's pie
But it gotta be a better way
Before I lay me down to sleep
I hit my knees and pray
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
My attitude is shady from the
Hood that made me
My parents said they worked so
My grandmama raised me and you know
Eventually she got too tired to chase me
So I jumped up off the porch
And hit the street runnin' crazy
Nickel-plated 380
I earthed a couple sacks and
Got my first piece
Ready to raise hell out on the streets
Some old head said: "Freddie
Keep your mind on your grip
Ignore the bullshit and never get
Caught up for a bitch"
Pimpin' ain't easy but my granddaddy
He showed me the ropes
My uncle had me packin' them
Pistols and hustlin' coke
This ain't a joke, the results of
My love for the dollar, dollar
Got yo baby momma coppin' my product
It's Guatemalan
Fuck tomorrow, 'cause it ain't guaranteed
Show me the money, mothafucka
I got a family to feed, a life to live
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot
Another prisoner of the block
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
Yeah, I'm down
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yeah, life at a hundred miles an hour, nigga
I live my life in the fastlane
Hundred miles an hour
Anything for the cash, mane
Marijuana to powder peep the style of a
Ghetto child runnin' wild
At the park, hydroponics gettin' sparked
Steppin' over broken crack vials
It's like this way of livin' chose me
Police approaching me
This ain't the way I wanna be
This ain't how I wanna live
I dream about having kids, but I'm afraid
That as they grow they won't
See they daddy live
'Cause daddy is problematic
Daddy got bad habit's
Hopefully when I'm older
I look back and I laugh at it
For now, I'ma deal with it
Get my heat and kill with it
I'm droppin' any nigga in the
Way of my meal ticket, i wonder why
In the ghetto, we really living to die
Hunger pains make you fiend for a
Slice of the devil's pie
But it gotta be a better way
Before I lay me down to sleep
I hit my knees and pray
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
My attitude is shady from the
Hood that made me
My parents said they worked so
My grandmama raised me and you know
Eventually she got too tired to chase me
So I jumped up off the porch
And hit the street runnin' crazy
Nickel-plated 380
I earthed a couple sacks and
Got my first piece
Ready to raise hell out on the streets
Some old head said: "Freddie
Keep your mind on your grip
Ignore the bullshit and never get
Caught up for a bitch"
Pimpin' ain't easy but my granddaddy
He showed me the ropes
My uncle had me packin' them
Pistols and hustlin' coke
This ain't a joke, the results of
My love for the dollar, dollar
Got yo baby momma coppin' my product
It's Guatemalan
Fuck tomorrow, 'cause it ain't guaranteed
Show me the money, mothafucka
I got a family to feed, a life to live
Stuck between a rock and a hard spot
Another prisoner of the block
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
"I'm doing good if I live
To see another day" that's what they say
People wonder why I live this way
But I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it
I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Better livin' on my mind
You can see it in my eyes
I'm just tryin' to make it
Yo, I'm just tryin' to make it