Trials & Tribulations (Clean)

Lyrics by：Taurus Bartlett/D Mac/Tahj Vaughn/Ryan O'Neil

Composed by：Taurus Bartlett/D Mac/Tahj Vaughn/Ryan O'Neil

Dmac on the ****in' track

Tahj Money

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage

No point in church 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'

It seem like evil and my soul attractin'

Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw that **** get sold to addicts

Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up like d**n this wasn't supposed to happen

A ***** plot on me and I'ma have his homies cryin'

Go handle that they wipe his nose way before we try

Can't really feed into a ***** when I know he lyin'

Love my lil' killer keep him with me 'cause I know he ridin'

Hood on my back was bustin' two-fours like Kobe Bryant

Sometimes I think like what's the likelihood of Kobe dyin'

In that i8 I drop the top to let my Rollie shine

Make all these ******* stop and stare like "Girl he know he fine"

Lookin' at this jewelry thinkin' back when we was schemin' for mils

I took my Glock on tour with me way OT with the steel

Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed

You know the fake gon' knock a ***** when he keepin' it real

Too much medicine this raw s**t got me fiendin' for pills

If them ******s ain't take out Lil B he'd be in the field

I got soldiers marchin' lookin' for a reason to kill

He passionate about the murder slang that heat with some skill

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage

No point in church 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'

It seem like evil and my soul attractin'

Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw that **** get sold to addicts

Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up like d**n this wasn't supposed to happen

You know the come up was real when your mans hate

I just want a bag put in that work and grow my fan base

I just spent my life up on that bean switch my landscape

I've been tryna load up on them honeys 'til them bands break

They say money talk them VVS' help it translate

And robbers get some hot s**t every now and then

These days ***** log in to who they wanna be

Feet up in the county ***** better get that phone to me

I ain't got it all so could you please watch your tone with me

Got my granny trippin' tryna figure out what's wrong with me

I'm from where you gotta make it happen when you wanna eat

They know I'ma spazz everytime I breathe on the beat

I stood ten toes I couldn't fold or panic

Them streets'll turn a good kid into a cold lil' savage

No point in church 'cause the preacher can't keep them poles from clappin'

It seem like evil and my soul attractin'

Hope for forgiveness for my sins while I load the ratchet

Playin' with bundles of that raw that **** get sold to addicts

Forever scarred 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic

'Member how we came up like d**n this wasn't supposed to happen