Pastor Troy - Stop Tryin' lyrics

Pastor Troy and Lil Pete adlibs

They had me dodgin' the law
While I was serving my raw
Though I was young in the game
A lot of things I saw
I just bought that fifty pack
And just believed in me
And with barely could ease
That fifty pack fit the peas
I got mo' cheese than Kraft
But teachers laughed at me
They asked me what would I be
With out my damn degree
I told them they would see
Me on Tv and videos
I'm all about that money
Y'all can have them hoes and I got goals
I know that I can do all things
Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing
And pain was my stepping stone
Help me realize shit
Even my own'll do me wrong
But y'all a never stop me
'cause see I got this game in order
Started off with a fifty pack
With dreams of a quarter
Catching that thing from the border
And leave my enemies crying
I will never be stopped
So you can stop ya' tryin'


Okay my money was mandatory
The glory of wealth
It's plenty niggas with promises
I keep them myself
I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter
All they want is that butter
From whoever come faster
And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule
Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool
I'm counting money every morning
From the previous night
Go and spend, ten with Twin
Heard he packing 'em tight
I'm sitting right
I'm right where I wanted to be
Ain't no mo' fifty packs for me
Give me the whole ki
And I'm sure that you agree that
I be hard to stop

In the three, yes three, years
I went from block to block
And now these haters are hot
Cause I done locked the counter
Got the calibur Glock
Because I know that they 'round me
Found me laughing at these pussy boys
Making me sick
While y'all be shooting for attention
I be shooting to hit
And who I'm with don't matter
Cause I'm gone handle my own
Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS
In case you get wrong
It won't be long 'till doctors doing autopsy
Cause reason for death
It's' gone send back to me
Cause y'all can't stop me, nigga, shit
This game in order
Started off with a fifty pack
With dreams of a quarter
Catching that thing from the border
Leave my enemies cryin'
I will never be stopped
So y'all can stop ya' tryin'

Shit, fatalities get numerous
Smother with cover send a dead rose to his
Mother labeled that hustla'
And they say that that's a small price
I disagree
If ya' stuck between a small life, unlike me
I can't see myself going out
Without a battle
Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle
Flip the tassle, I'm a skull cap, I graduated
From the school of hard knocks, nigga
Others ain't make it
So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy
Yeah Ramo
Cause this here pay way mo', you decide
And ain't no mo' lettin' me ride
Hell nah shawty
Be starrin' down the barrel of that autie
Don't test me, arrest me, I'm out like Gotti
Without a clue
Tell the judge that they besta pop me
Or die too! County blue, not my forte
I'm only comfortable when I got
On that grind with what
With a ak and with a couple of banana clips
Dip in ya lip

Better hush when I hit that hip
And disconnect it
Perfect it, from day to day
I take game and call it stayin'
And watch em' pay, I ain't the one
Many come up, until I dump 'em
But then they scatter
I leave ya' mamma asking ya'
Baby what's the matter
I'm after ya' ligaments, no movement
From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!
Convince the jury, we done payed them off
Evidence don't matter, since they paid
You lost i'm the boss
That cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy
The pastor of the true congregation
Blood wasting if ya' cross me
Ya' lost me cuz was a eye for a eye
Now it's' SLUG FOR A SLUG!
June Bug know I lay 'em low, that 44
He got's to go shit, he got's to go, shit
Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'