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Stop Tryin

[Pastor Troy]

They had me dodgin` the law, while I was serving my raw

Though I was young in the game, a lot of things I saw

I just bought that fifty pack, and just believed in me

And with barely could ease, that fifty pack fit the peas

I got mo` cheese than Kraft, but teachers laughed at me

They asked me what would I be with out my damn degree

I told them they would see me on T.v. and videos

I`m all about that money, y`all can have them hoes

And I got goals, I know that I can do all things

Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing

And pain was my stepping stone

Help me realize shit, even my own`ll do me wrong

But y`all a never stop me, `cause see I got this game in order

Started off with a fifty pack, with dreams of a quarter

Catching that thing from the border, and leave my enemies crying

I will never be stopped, so you can stop ya` tryin`Chorus: Stop tryin` nigga [Pastor Troy]

Okay my money was mandatory, the glory of wealth

It`s plenty niggas with promises, I keep them myself

I`m 15 on this grind, but my age don`t matter

All they want is that butter, from whoever come faster

And I was after a monoply, ambition to rule

Be the Hitler of this game, if I keep my cool

I`m counting money every morning from the previous night

Go and spend, ten with Twin, heard he packing `em tight

I`m sitting right, I`m right where I wanted to be

Ain`t no mo` fifty packs for me, give me the whole ki

And I`m sure that you agree that I be hard to stop

In the three, yes three, years, I went from block to block

And now these haters are hot, cause I done locked the counter

Got the calibur glock, because I know that they `round me

Found me laughing at these pussy boys, making me sick

While y`all be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit

And who I`m with don`t matter, cause I`m gone handle my own

Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong

It won`t be long `till doctors doing autopsy

Cause reason for death, its` gone send back to me

Cause y`all can`t stop me, nigga, shit, this game in order

Started off with a fifty pack with dreams of a quarter

Catching that thing from the border, leave my enemies cryin`

I will never be stopped, so y`all can stop ya` tryin`Chorus[Pastor Troy]

Shit, fatalities get numerous, smother with cover

Send a dead rose to his mother labeled that hustla`

And they say that that`s a small price, I disagree

If ya` stuck between a small life, unlike me

I can`t see myself going out, without a battle

Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassle

Flip the tassle, I`m a skull cap, I graduated

From the school of hard knocks, nigga, others ain`t make it

So I make it my duty to be richer than Rudy, yeah Ramo

Cause this here pay way mo`, you decide

And ain`t no mo` lettin` me ride, hell nah shawty

Be starrin` down the barrel of that autie

Don`t test me, arrest me, I`m out like Gotti, without a clue

Tell the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!

County blue, not my forte

I`m only comfortable when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k. And with a

couple of banana clips, dip in ya lip

Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it

Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and call it stayin`

And watch em` pay, I ain`t the one

Many come up, until I dump `em, but then they scatter

I leave ya` mamma asking ya` baby what`s the matter

I`m after ya` ligaments, no movement

From Down South Georgia bitch, I REPRESENT!!!

Convince the jury, we done payed them off

Evidence don`t matter, since they paid, you lost

I`m the boss, that cost ain`t even worth conversation

Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation

Blood wasting if ya` cross me, ya` lost me 'cause

Was a eye for a eye, now its` SLUG FOR A SLUG!

June Bug know I lay `em low, that 44, he got`s to go

Shit, he got`s to go, shit

Nigga stop tryin` nigga, stop tryin`

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