Im just tryna get my life right
Get it to go my way go my way
If ya aint got pay
Im just tryna get my life right
Top of the hill with my family
Cop a couple mil cant be mad at me
Im just tryna get my life right
Dont wanna beef with ya
Get ya money let me eat with ya
Im just tryna get my life right
Cause I gotta be the boss
Gotta get it no matter what the cost
Getcha life right
I aint tryna be Bill Gates
Im tryna be the nigga Bill Gates hates
Make no mistake bout it
Im tryna make it where my son see anything he want on the Internet and PayPal it
I stay valid
There aint nothin you can say bout it
If ya hustle gimme enough greens to make salad
I gotta get my money and my life right
I push ya bucket as long as my momma and my wife right
Dont really want people to see me in the wrong light
And stop me from feedin my son its on nigga, on sight
Pass around that collection plate
The selection got me feelin nigga rich but Im Section 8
Momma taught me how to behave
But aunt showed me how to fck weed in a microwave
So if you know me know I love you from a distance
My absence is all about business
Some people callin my story an inspiration
Relatin to the time I get if I skip this probation
Patiently waitin for me to slip so they can can me
Off in a cell when I was just tryna feed my family
But Im addicted to these streets and blocks
And this concrete is crucial, either ya eat or ya not
Plan on reachin the top
Gotta be willin to poke your shirt out
Stick with the truth if yous a griddin pass the work out
How can I judge a man that life just left me
Im blessed, knock on some wood
Slip through the ice like Gretzky
Every move I hope the vice dont catch me, I gotta try
I used to pick shoes baby momma for an alibi
Nigga had to switch it up
Rap game pickin up
Its critical, tryna walk that line of cash residuals
Im tryna make it to where my prophece is invisible
And if I fail, just call me pitiful
Im just tryna get my life right
The kids and the wife right
But still Ill bust a mothafckin head if the price right
Right or wrong
Homie I dont give a fck
As long as my son can get some ? for his Tonka truck
Im bein in it
Stuck in the game, dodgin the ? cops
Been griddin, ? things when will they fckin stop fckin stop
Paranoid, thinkin who gon blow the whistle on me
Change my daughters diaper in the dope house with a pistol on me
I sold coke, sold crack, sold this, sold that
Pray to the Lord, but I wont never get my soul back
I used to get the powder, when I touched it it would turn to bricks
But lately everything my fingers touchin seems to turn to shit
I go to church on Sunday cause I wanna be a good nigga
But Im a product of my hood nigga
Plus Im sick of being Strange Musics black sheeba
But I dont wanna go back to them back streets