Mama call me lazy, said nothing could motivate me
Her talking would aggravate me til I'm leaving the room
I roll around like a pea in a spoon
When she want me go to school
Folgers, News
I'm the cool kid with a 'C' average
Only a G can see past it
Dealing with absence of fathers is past tense
Why he keep getting arrested?
Your reckless impessless
Yo, just let me live, Im a teen or adolescent
Tribulations, life lessons, I go through the grow through
Wisdom isn't given, Its percepted through living
Decisions and commitment is the broccoli and briscuits
To unreliable soul in which I desire to go
Everyday another struggle, Get your money
Fuck the hustle
When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up
Take this advice, and use it like protection
Everybody make mistakes
And very few correct them
Chloe Clancy
They say, nigga, Try a little harder
But it didn't work .
I tried, it didn't work ...
So I made shit work
They told me to try a little harder
But it didn't work .
So, I made shit work
Now my shit works
Now my shit works
Practice makes perfect, but nobody is
Rolling with the oddly kids
I was born a star, like Ozzy's kids
They in my biz, I probably did
I am an economist
I walk the Earth and coexist, someone you didn't know exist
I'm back like I'm here returning
You're in your seat, you're squirming
In my sermon,
Turbulence from all the turning
I'm just learning as I advance to my next level
Life's is a stripper, I let it dance on my gas petal
Thrash metal
So special with the hash methyl
High mellow,
To do a puntos into Gods ghetto
Demeaning wives
Leaving child's drawerless for drugs
And drawer is, The love is flawless
What's a life beyond stress, who wants it?
Its kinda like mom's gifts
Everyday another struggle
Get your money, fuck the hustle
When you think I'll give up, you got one life to live up
They say, nigga, Try a little harder
But it didn't work .
I tried, it didn't work ...
So I made shit work
They told me to try a little harder
But it didn't work .
So, I made shit work
Now my shit works
Now my shit works
Where is the love at?
(at, at)
I said, Where is the love at?
(at, at)
Should I hate you til it gives kisses and hugs back?
I'm from traps, where niggas don't get out the game
Overrun laps, wear one rotissy? with hats
Ankle caught in cracks
Smile gats, and never facts
Clever acts, now spit a better rap
They say, nigga, Try a little harder
They told me to try a little harder
Writer(s): Gerard Long, Vyron Turner
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