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Kodak Black - TRYNA FIGURE WHY [Official Visualizer]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kodak Black
Kodak Black
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill K. Kapri
Bill K. Kapri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dyryk
Dyryk
Recording Engineer
L Beats
L Beats
Producer

Lyrics

(L beats) Got money on my mind, but these niggas want my head I'm tryna find out why, but these bitches want my bread I'm changing people lives, but these niggas want me dead I bet everybody die 'fore I let 'em take my breath I'm looking to the sky, pray to God I make a way I'm tryna figure why the ones I love the ones that hate I'm tryna duck this system, running from the law Uh, they gon' parry pistols, they in another car I'm fallin' out with day ones, gettin' close to strangers Stackin' up this paper, managing my anger Smokin' opps with moonrocks, but it taste like za' I'm drinkin' CBD lean, but it taste like Wock' Suck it, bae, don't stop I bust right in on opps If I see an opp today, they gon' need a doc' Used to sell re-rock, now, I remix instruments Don't play with my top 'cause I be quick to send a hit In the stu' sippin' Henny, then, I reminisce Where was you when I was flippin' nicks and hittin' licks? Strugglin' in the bricks, I had to chip in for the rent I came up, I ain't shake, you got that paper and I split Made me some new friends, it been feelin' like they been here Knew each other since jits, how you let them beat you? Keepin' it real I fought with my BM 'cause she gon' tell me what I need to hear She want me at my best, but she love me at my worse still I'm still poppin' Perkies still, even though, you don't like that shit Bring a pint of lean, it must be sealed Nigga, I ain't gon' buy that shit Won't fall in the Faygo and lay there I'm still stuck sittin' in the store right now I'ma be a lil' later, I'm on my way, baby girl But I'm at war right now I'm tryna figure why you tryna drown me from savin' you Know what I went through with these niggas How you up and betrayed me too? Count my life a blessing, even the stress that it take me through When baby B need love, you got the whip for you, baby blue If you ain't make it in the new year with me Then, you don't know me home Last time I heard from DJ, he was in ICU holdin' on Even if it's encrypted, I don't speak business on the phone I thought it was on some gangster shit But just was recordin' on Pussy nigga still ain't tryna make it right But he ain't know he wrong And I bleed concrete, this street shit all in my chromosome Every time I reeled up, I kept flippin' to a bigger sack All my niggas NFL, you know they gon' blitz for Yak I'm NFL for real, you pussy-ass rappers be in the nosebleeds Now, I'm in a car, and I'm poppin' molly with your hoe Why, I am even tryna figure why you hatin' on? Say, it's 2023, I'm the same old Z, but I changed my lo' Bitch say, "Every time you fuck me, you take my soul" Watch me drop a Perc' in a yellow Fanta, turn it gold I'm tryna figure why niggas act like they don't know what's up with me Most of the time when a nigga disrespect my mind Then, it's someone gon' pop up dead I'm tryna figure why niggas keep callin' my line And a body ain't dropped nothin' yet I see the news, I'ma call you Nigga, stop callin' my phone, go pop some shit I get my gas from Pluto, do what I do And put a lil' something on it, yeah Shoutout for real, my nigga, for real, give me all the advice Earned my top, that's for real about whatever That's my nigga, my love there
Writer(s): Lester Williams, Bill Kapri Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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