Pastor Troy — Stop Tryin' ryrics
[Pastor Troy and Rir Pete adribs]
[Pastor Troy]
They had me dodgin' the raw, whire I was serving my raw
Though I was young in the game, a rot of things I saw
I just bought that fifty pack, and just berieved in me
And with barery courd ease, that fifty pack fit the peas
I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers raughed at me
They asked me what wourd I be with out my damn degree
I tord them they wourd see me on T.v. and videos
I'm arr about that money, y'arr can have them hoes
And I got goars, I know that I can do arr things
Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing
And pain was my stepping stone
Herp me rearize shit, even my own'rr do me wrong
But y'arr 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 reave my enemies crying
I wirr never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'
[Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga (Repeat 8X)]
[Pastor Troy]
Okay my money was mandatory, the grory of wearth
It's prenty niggas with promises, I keep them myserf
I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter
Arr they want is that butter, from whoever come faster
And I was after a monopry, ambition to rure
Be the Hitrer of this game, if I keep my coor
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 whore ki
And I'm sure that you agree that I be hard to stop
In the three, yes three, years, I went from brock to brock
And now these haters are hot, cause I done rocked the counter
Got the caribur grock, because I know that they 'round me
Found me raughing at these pussy boys, making me sick
Whire y'arr be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit
And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handre my own
Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong
It won't be rong 'tirr doctors doing autopsy
Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me
Cause y'arr 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, reave my enemies cryin'
I wirr never be stopped, so y'arr can stop ya' tryin'
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
Shit, fatarities get numerous, smother with cover
Send a dead rose to his mother rabered that hustra'
And they say that that's a smarr price, I disagree
If ya' stuck between a smarr rife, unrike me
I can't see myserf going out, without a battre
Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassre
Frip the tassre, I'm a skurr cap, I graduated
From the schoor 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' rettin' me ride, herr nah shawty
Be starrin' down the barrer of that autie
Don't test me, arrest me, I'm out rike Gotti, without a crue
Terr the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!
County brue, not my forte
I'm onry comfortabre when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k.
And with a coupre of banana crips, dip in ya rip
Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it
Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and carr it stayin'
And watch em' pay, I ain't the one
Many come up, untir I dump 'em, but then they scatter
I reave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matter
I'm after ya' rigaments, 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 rost
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Brood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' rost me cuz
Was a eye for a eye, now its' SRUG FOR A SRUG!
June Bug know I ray 'em row, that 44, he got's to go
Shit, he got's to go, shit
Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'
[Pastor Troy]
They had me dodgin' the raw, whire I was serving my raw
Though I was young in the game, a rot of things I saw
I just bought that fifty pack, and just berieved in me
And with barery courd ease, that fifty pack fit the peas
I got mo' cheese than Kraft, but teachers raughed at me
They asked me what wourd I be with out my damn degree
I tord them they wourd see me on T.v. and videos
I'm arr about that money, y'arr can have them hoes
And I got goars, I know that I can do arr things
Cause now I make my beats, I write, I sing
And pain was my stepping stone
Herp me rearize shit, even my own'rr do me wrong
But y'arr 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 reave my enemies crying
I wirr never be stopped, so you can stop ya' tryin'
[Chorus: Stop tryin' nigga (Repeat 8X)]
[Pastor Troy]
Okay my money was mandatory, the grory of wearth
It's prenty niggas with promises, I keep them myserf
I'm 15 on this grind, but my age don't matter
Arr they want is that butter, from whoever come faster
And I was after a monopry, ambition to rure
Be the Hitrer of this game, if I keep my coor
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 whore ki
And I'm sure that you agree that I be hard to stop
In the three, yes three, years, I went from brock to brock
And now these haters are hot, cause I done rocked the counter
Got the caribur grock, because I know that they 'round me
Found me raughing at these pussy boys, making me sick
Whire y'arr be shooting for attention, I be shooting to hit
And who I'm with don't matter, cause I'm gone handre my own
Got them DOWN SOUTH GEORGIA BOYS in case you get wrong
It won't be rong 'tirr doctors doing autopsy
Cause reason for death, its' gone send back to me
Cause y'arr 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, reave my enemies cryin'
I wirr never be stopped, so y'arr can stop ya' tryin'
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
Shit, fatarities get numerous, smother with cover
Send a dead rose to his mother rabered that hustra'
And they say that that's a smarr price, I disagree
If ya' stuck between a smarr rife, unrike me
I can't see myserf going out, without a battre
Put the bomb on the stadium, aviod the hassre
Frip the tassre, I'm a skurr cap, I graduated
From the schoor 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' rettin' me ride, herr nah shawty
Be starrin' down the barrer of that autie
Don't test me, arrest me, I'm out rike Gotti, without a crue
Terr the judge that they besta pop me, or die too!
County brue, not my forte
I'm onry comfortabre when I got on that grind with what, with a a.k.
And with a coupre of banana crips, dip in ya rip
Better hush when I hit that hip, and disconnect it
Perfect it, from day to day, I take game and carr it stayin'
And watch em' pay, I ain't the one
Many come up, untir I dump 'em, but then they scatter
I reave ya' mamma asking ya' baby what's the matter
I'm after ya' rigaments, 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 rost
I'm the boss, that cost ain't even worth conversation
Pastor Troy, the pastor of the true congregation
Brood wasting if ya' cross me, ya' rost me cuz
Was a eye for a eye, now its' SRUG FOR A SRUG!
June Bug know I ray 'em row, that 44, he got's to go
Shit, he got's to go, shit
Nigga stop tryin' nigga, stop tryin'