Kodak Black - Tryna Figure Why lyrics

(L Beats)

Got money on my mind
But these niggas want my head
I'm tryna find out why
But these bitches want my bread
I'm changing people lives
But these niggas want me dead
I bet everybody die 'fore I
Let 'em take my breath
I'm looking to the sky
Pray to god I make a way
I'm tryna figure why the ones I
Love the ones that hate
I'm tryna duck this system
Running from the law
Uh, they gon' parry pistols
They in another car
I'm fallin' out with day ones
Gettin' close to strangеrs
Stackin' up this paper, managing my anger
Smokin' opps with moonrocks
But it taste likе za i'm drinkin' CBD lean
But it taste like Wock'
Suck it, bae, don't stop
I bust right in on opps
If I see an opp today, they gon' need a doc
Used to sell re-rock, now I remix instruments
Don't play with my top 'cause I
Be quick to send a hit
In the stu' sippin' Henny, then I reminisce
Where was you when I was
Flippin' nicks and hittin' licks?
Strugglin' in the bricks
I had to chip in for the rent
I came up, I ain't shake
You got that paper and I split
Made me some new friends
It been feelin' like they been here
Knew each other since jit's
How you let them beat you? Keepin' it real
I fought with my BM 'cause she gon'
Tell me what I need to hear
She want me at my best
But she love me at my worse still
I'm still poppin' Perkies still even though
You don't like that shit
Bring a pint of lean, it
Must be sealed, nigga
I ain't gon' buy that shit
Wanna fall in the Faygo and lay there
I'm still stuck sittin' in
The store right now
I'ma be a lil' later, I'm
On my way, baby girl
But I'm at war right now
I'm tryna figure why you tryna
Drown me from savin' you
Know what I went through with these niggas
How you up and betrayed me too?
Count my life a blessing
Even the stress that it take me through
When baby B need love, you
Got the whip for you, baby blue
If you ain't make it in the new year with me
Then you don't know me home
Last time I heard from DJ
He was in ICU holdin' on
Even if it's encrypted
I don't speak business on the phone
I thought it was on some gangster shit
But just was recordin' on
Pussy nigga still ain't tryna make it right
But he ain't know he wrong
And I bleed concrete
This street shit all in my chromosome
Every time I re-ed up
I kept flippin' to a bigger sack
All my niggas NFL
You know they gon' blitz for Yak
I'm NFL for real
You pussy-ass rappers be in the nosebleeds
Now I'm in a car and I'm
Poppin' molly with your ho
Why I am even tryna figure why you hatin' on?
Say, it's 2023, I'm the same old Z
But I changed my lo'
Bitch say, "Every time you fuck me
You take my soul"
Watch me drop a Perc' in a yellow Fanta
Turn it gold
I'm tryna figure why niggas act like they
Don't know what's up with me
Most of the time when a
Nigga disrespect my mind
Then it's someone gon' pop up dead
I'm tryna figure why niggas
Keep callin' my line
And a body ain't dropped nothin' yet
I see the news, I'ma call you
Nigga, stop callin' my phone
Go pop some shit i get my gas from Pluto
Do what I do and put
A lil' somethin'-somethin' in it

Shoutout for real, my nigga, for real, give
Me all the advice, earned my top
That's for real about whatever
That's my nigga, my love there