Trials & Tribulations
 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/D Mac/Tahj Vaughn/Ryan O'Neil
 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/D Mac/Tahj Vaughn/Ryan O'Neil
 [Intro]
 (Dmac on the ****in' track)
 (Tahj Money)

 [Chorus]
 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, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen

 [Verse 1]
 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 shit 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

 [Chorus]
 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, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen

 [Verse 2]
 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 shit 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

 [Chorus]
 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, damn, this wasn't supposed to happen