Just Tryin' Ta Make It
Freddie Gibbs Lyrics

Yeah, okay gangsta, Gangsta Gibbs, nigga
Acknowledging his gangsta persona and identity

Yeah, I'm down
Expressing his readiness and commitment

I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Feeling trapped and prepared to take action

Better livin' on my mind see it in my eyes
His struggles and desire for a better life are evident

I'm just tryin' to make it
His main focus is to succeed and overcome obstacles

Yeah, life at a hundred miles an hour, nigga
His life is fast-paced and filled with risky activities

I live my life in the fastlane
He lives a fast and dangerous lifestyle

Hundred miles an hour
Moving at an incredibly high speed

Anything for the cash, mane
He is willing to do anything to make money

Marijuana to powder peep the style of a
His drug use and lifestyle choices reflect his identity

Ghetto child runnin' wild
Growing up in the ghetto and living recklessly

At the park, hydroponics gettin' sparked
Using marijuana in public places

Steppin' over broken crack vials
Navigating through the dangers of drug addiction

It's like this way of livin' chose me
Feeling trapped by his circumstances and environment

Police approaching me
Being constantly targeted by law enforcement

This ain't the way I wanna be
He desires a different and better life

This ain't how I wanna live
He is unsatisfied with his current lifestyle

I dream about having kids, but I'm afraid
He envisions a future with a family, but fear holds him back

That as they grow they won't
He worries that his children won't

See they daddy live
Witness his survival and success

'Cause daddy is problematic
His issues and challenges may affect his children

Daddy got bad habit's
He struggles with harmful addictions

Hopefully when I'm older
He hopes to overcome his struggles in the future

I look back and I laugh at it
Reflecting on his past with amusement and growth

For now, I'ma deal with it
Currently, he must face and handle his problems

Get my heat and kill with it
Using violence to protect himself

I'm droppin' any nigga in the
Willing to harm anyone who stands in his way

Way of my meal ticket, i wonder why
Questioning the reasons behind his actions

In the ghetto, we really living to die
In his neighborhood, life is filled with danger and death

Hunger pains make you fiend for a
Extreme poverty drives people to crave

Slice of the devil's pie
They resort to immoral means for survival

But it gotta be a better way
He believes there must be a more positive path

Before I lay me down to sleep
Before he dies or gives up

I hit my knees and pray
He turns to prayer for guidance and hope

"I'm doing good if I live
Survival is a measure of success in his world

To see another day" that's what they say
People acknowledge the dangers he faces

People wonder why I live this way
Others struggle to understand his choices and circumstances

I got my back against the wall, ready to ride
Feeling cornered but prepared to fight back

Better livin' on my mind
Aim for a better and more fulfilling life

You can see it in my eyes
His determination and dreams are evident

My attitude is shady from the
He has a suspicious and defensive mindset

Hood that made me
His upbringing in a troubled neighborhood shaped him

My parents said they worked so
His parents worked hard to support him

My grandmama raised me and you know
His grandmother played an important role in his upbringing

Eventually she got too tired to chase me
His grandmother couldn't control or guide him anymore

So I jumped up off the porch
He took initiative and left his comfort zone

And hit the street runnin' crazy
He embraced a reckless and dangerous lifestyle

Nickel-plated 380
Referring to a small and powerful firearm

I earthed a couple sacks and
He sold drugs and made some money

Got my first piece
Obtained his first gun for protection

Ready to raise hell out on the streets
Ready to cause trouble and chaos in the neighborhood

Some old head said: "Freddie
An older person advised him, calling him by name

Keep your mind on your grip
Focus on making money and surviving

Ignore the bullshit and never get
Avoid unnecessary conflicts and distractions

Caught up for a bitch
Don't let women cause problems in your life

Pimpin' ain't easy but my granddaddy
His grandfather taught him about the difficult nature of pimping

He showed me the ropes
His grandfather taught him the tricks of the trade

My uncle had me packin' them
His uncle involved him in the drug trade

Pistols and hustlin' coke
Carrying guns and selling cocaine

This ain't a joke, the results of
His lifestyle has serious consequences

My love for the dollar, dollar
His obsession with money drives his actions

Got yo baby momma coppin' my product
He sells drugs to other people's partners

It's Guatemalan
The type of drugs he sells come from Guatemala

Fuck tomorrow, 'cause it ain't guaranteed
He lives in the present and doesn't trust the future

Show me the money, mothafucka
He demands to see the money he is owed

I got a family to feed, a life to live
He has responsibilities and aspirations

Stuck between a rock and a hard spot
Feeling trapped and facing difficult choices

Another prisoner of the block
He is confined and controlled by his neighborhood