Wilson X - TRIALS & TRIBULATIONS Lyrics

Floatin'
Floatin'
Feels so close
Feels so close
Through the trials and tribulations
He been runnin' out of patience
Told god he really hate waiting
Said god I really hate waiting
Said he can't take it
Running out of patience
Heart started racing
Everybody snaking
Everybody faking
If he had a chance he'd take it
If he had a chance he'd take it
Slid with the stick on him, he had a blicky
Right in his waistline, he had it in his grip
Told them he gon have that heat on him til he get rich
Until he blow up and he make it out the sticks
And he make it out the trenches
Went from ridin' Honda, now he riding in a Bentley
100-round drum and it came with extensions
Don't find out you a snitch or you gone
End up missing
Came from public housing, now he sleeping in the ritz
Speak on his name and it came with the pressure
Came with a stretcher
Laid him out in the bed
Aimed at his head
You killed my brother
That's what he said
He ain't aiming at your body
He aiming at his head
Said he from the streets
He ain't worried about no feds
As long as his daughter fed
He getting right to the bread
Yea you heard what he said
Heard what he said
Had a blicky on the side
Killed em, it's a homicide
Man down he was slidin'
He was talking tough and now he just rotten
He was taking tough until he started crying
He was taking tough until he started dying
Started bleeding out and then he started crying
See the tears up in his eye
Bullet went in a came out the other side
It's a flatline
Killed his brother's killer, shot him in the face yea
It's a cold game and
It's a cold cause yea
Nah it ain't safe
Gave his brother's killer a facelift
And slid off in the wraith
And took l the money he was hiding in the safe
Ran until he can't no more
Ran into the liquor store
Ran into the corner store
But he ain't trynna run no more
He ain't never getting married
Got Amiri on his jeans
Said he married to the game
And he married to the streets
Here they come kicking in the door
Can't take it no more
And he came from nothing he was sleeping on the floor
And he came from nothing he was sleeping on the floor
He been stacking all that cheddar just so he could stay high
He was trynna stack that bread just so he could stay low
Get so cold, yea it get so cold
Almost got away with it
But they snatched his soul

Floatin'
Floatin'
Feels so close
Feels so close
Through the trials and tribulations
He been runnin' out of patience
Told god he really hate waiting
Said god I really hate waiting
Said he can't take it
Running out of patience
Heart started racing
Everybody snaking
Everybody faking
If he had a chance he'd take it
If he had a chance he'd take it
Slid with the stick on him, he had a blicky
Right in his waistline, he had it in his grip
Told them he gon have that heat on him til he get rich
Until he blow up and he make it out the sticks
And he make it out the trenches
Went from ridin' Honda, now he riding in a Bentley
100-round drum and it came with extensions
Don't find out you a snitch or you gone
End up missing
Came from public housing, now he sleeping in the ritz
Speak on his name and it came with the pressure
Came with a stretcher
Laid him out in the bed
Aimed at his head
You killed my brother
That's what he said
He ain't aiming at your body
He aiming at his head
Said he from the streets
He ain't worried about no feds
As long as his daughter fed
He getting right to the bread
Yea you heard what he said
Heard what he said
Had a blicky on the side
Killed em, it's a homicide
Man down he was slidin'
He was talking tough and now he just rotten
He was taking tough until he started crying
He was taking tough until he started dying
Started bleeding out and then he started crying
See the tears up in his eye
Bullet went in a came out the other side
It's a flatline
Killed his brother's killer, shot him in the face yea
It's a cold game and
It's a cold cause yea
Nah it ain't safe
Gave his brother's killer a facelift
And slid off in the wraith
And took l the money he was hiding in the safe
Ran until he can't no more
Ran into the liquor store
Ran into the corner store
But he ain't trynna run no more
He ain't never getting married
Got Amiri on his jeans
Said he married to the game
And he married to the streets
Here they come kicking in the door
Can't take it no more
And he came from nothing he was sleeping on the floor
And he came from nothing he was sleeping on the floor
He been stacking all that cheddar just so he could stay high
He was trynna stack that bread just so he could stay low
Get so cold, yea it get so cold
Almost got away with it
But they snatched his soul