I, I tried momma
I tried
You lookin at me check yourself lil bitch
Mad at the rydas cause we all rich and shit
Think about what you used to have
And what you dont have now
Trying to hate on me with a glass dick in your mouth
Used to represent in Cleveland black trucks with the bumps
Drive through the car wash now see you work and wash my shit punk
You had all the bitches, paper, no trouble
Now your ass is up in the air gettin banged out for pebbles
I dont give a fck its like a horse with a broken leg
An old crusty ass broken down piece of shit
Whats next?
Next time I see ya
I pull out my heater
And meltin your brain with hot lead you muthafcka
I cant take it no more
I gave it everything I had
Back on the bottom and everything is lookin bad
Face mad cause Im hungry and Im broke as fck
I see your man on the corner and you know hes stuck
He out of luck in the wrong place at the wrong time
I give a fck if he blind
All his money mine
On the dime I whip the gat out
Handles slippery cause Im sweaty
He tried to move so Ima pull this lead out
Check his pockets loose change and a note
Sayin I used to be a rapper Ima joke
Please somebody kill me and end this life big
Back 2 crack Im all fckin tried
Slangin them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didnt go far, go far
Back 2 crack Im all fckin tried
Slangin them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didnt go far, go far
Hand me that muthafckin crack pipe
I wanna smoke me a pebble
Im through tryin to be a rebel
I used to follow them hip-hop tours
Handin my demos out at backstage doors
Im through trying to be the next Dr. Dre
Id rather just smoke this rock away
Phoney deals, contracts, labels snakes everywhere
Shit…
I heard that niggas from the hood was goin way out
Returning back to the hood servin fools like a paper route
Scrounging up whatever loot they got to buy a key
But if ranchers grew weed like record sales and popularity
Back to the corner slangin loose and clumps
Gotta live ghetto fabulous with rims and bumps
Gotta have the fckin heater cause my hands are stingin
Coming back in 2s and 3s tryin to peel your cap
Cause occasionally you serve a lemon head delight
But you think them heads are stupid
Cause its dark at night
Plus you gotta get yours
By any means its on again
But you record slangin yayhoo
How the fck can you win
Back 2 crack Im all fckin tried
Slangin them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didnt go far, go far
Momma, momma I tried
I just, I just couldnt do it
I mean, I mean damn you never helped a mufcka
I mean, Im sorry momma
Thats just drugs talkin momma
Momma Im sorry
Back 2 crack Im all fckin tried
Slangin them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didnt go far, go far
Back 2 crack Im all fckin tried
Slangin them dub tapes out the hoop ride
I tried, I tried to be a hip-hop star
But this rap shit didnt go far, go far