Trials & Tribulations Video (MV)

(Dmac on the f*ckin' 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 attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen

A nigga 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 nigga when I know he lyin'
Love my lil' killer, keep him with him, '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 dropped the top to let my Rollie shine
Make all these bitches stop and stare, like girl, he know he fine
Lookin' at the jewelry, thinkin' back when we was schemin' for mils
I took my Glock on tour with me, way on OT with the steel
Might pour my heart out on these beats 'til all my secrets revealed
You know the fake gon' knock a nigga when he keepin' it real
Too much madness in this world, shit got me fienin' for pills
If them bullets ain't take out Lil B, he'll 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 attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, 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 spill my life up on that beat and switch my landscape
I been tryna load up on them hundreds 'til them bands break
They say money talk, them VVS' help it translate
And robbers get some hot shit out the nine when them cans shake
These days nigga logged in to who they wanna be
Feet up in the county, nigga 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 every time 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 attracting
Hope for forgiveness for my sins, while I load the ratchet
Playin' with bundles of that raw, that dope get sold to addicts
Forever scarred, 'cause the way I lost my bros was tragic
'Member how we came up, like, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen