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letra de still trying - benny banks

[intro]
(sixfoor)
(nato, you play dirty)
ayy, six
banks (yes, yes)
look

[verse]
smokin’ on the devil’s lettuce
i like stranglin’ my b-tches, it’s a s-xual fetish (fetish)
house like a pharmacy, call me your local chemist (yo)
tell ’em time to separate the sheep and shepherd (okay)
i can’t do forgivin’, i don’t do forgettin’
tryna make impressions, i don’t do impressions
she can’t be my wife, but she can hold a session
if ain’t countin’ paper, then i’m countin’ blessings (you know)
i told ’em rest in peace, dipped like the rippеr
feel like i lost my daughter’s ratin’ since i datеd strippers (trust)
and no matter what i buy her, it don’t make no difference (it don’t)
but how can complain when i done raised her different?
containin’ all these f-cked up thoughts
when i let women in my life, it got me f-cked up more (f-cked up)
i tried to show these brothers love, but they got lost in thought
cah when i needed somethin’ back, there weren’t no love no more
you know? (nowhere)
hustlin’ for food (no)
i ain’t ever claimed that i’m a gangster or a goon (facts)
no license, just insurance and a re-up in my boot
told my driver, “if you see the federale, better move” (okay)
i used to roll to show and prove (ah)
back when me and z were sharin’ shoes
hit my first l!ck and gave my cousin half the food
i hated bein’ broke, i never had no d-mn excuse
that’s the truth
they don’t like my vibe, they say i’m way too deep (hmm)
have you ever seen a snake that had hands and feet? (have you?)
you can bet your life that i’m a different breed (different)
before i learned how to cook, i was feedin’ fiends (trust)
i feel like i need some sleep
seen a man return broken when they sold him dreams (no)
creepin’ on these streets, i’m tryna keep discreet (i know)
but if don’t keep creepin’, how we supposed to eat? (how?)
i came off the benches, overcame the trenches (mad)
if they don’t let me in, then i’ll create an entrance
different dimensions, please pay attention
this is my story, i’ii decide the endin’
i done smoked a frog and a went to see the gods
couldn’t tell you what they told me, it would leave you shocked
paid the cost to be the boss, be thinkin’ out the box
i’m in a room full of work if you need a job (okay)
the older get, the less are my friends
sometimes i had to do it twice to learn that lesson again
you know?
money and fame, let it get to my brain
no point in financial freedom when you’re mentally caged (facts)
shorty tried to play me, only played herself (stupid)
lyin’ on my name, you call that mental health (nutcase)
i just hope delusion help you pay your bills (hope it does)
and you don’t lose composure and become yourself (hmm)
it’s forever “f-ck you, pay me!”
benny still sleepin’ like a baby
left out lazy
charge it to the game, they can’t play me (they can’t)
miss me with that sh-t when it’s fugazi (miss me)
love me or hate me
either way, it pays me (either way)
everythin’ gravy
pack game, wham like jamie (jamie)
savin’ for them days even when they weren’t rainy
sure thing, ain’t no, if, buts or maybes
brothers that shot and bothers that shoot (baow)
they’re like executive chef, the way they come with the food
bada bing, bada boom, they put you on dior shoes (okay)
if i ain’t effin’ with a pack, i’m probably up in the booth (baddie)
look, i got somethin’ to lose, nothin’ to prove
i find it hard to break away, man, i feel stuck in my roots (f-ck that sh-t)
it’s who? man on the move
you movin’ loose
if you ain’t tryna watch your back, then they might come for your juice (trust)
you know?
i turned a good woman to a head case
introduced my mum to bad ones ’cause i got dead taste (sorry mum)
i seen a girl sniff coke and start to shed weight
how the h-ll we supposed to settle down? you always in sp-ce (man, get outta here)
i guess that’s my karma for leavin’ thea (sorry)
maybe that’s my karma for hurtin’ chelsea (trust)
i shoulda listened when you tried to tell me (i should’ve)
but i picked l-st over love and it became unhealthy (toxic)
my daughter in her terrible teens (hmm)
i wish she soaked up my knowledge, but she hates when i preach
i guess she get it from her dad when she behavin’ like me (what can i say?)
but i didn’t always fall and get to land on my feet (i didn’t)
it’s deep
that’s why i’m screamin’, “i don’t wanna see the cycle repeat!” (i don’t)
i can’t say it how i want it, so i’m keepin’ it neat (ssh)
but my point is: don’t you ever follow mummy or me (never)
only thing i ever want is see you follow your dreams
for the flip’s sake, we was doin’ risk takes
peddle-bike diaries, we was wearin’ out our disc brakes (joey)
everythin’ i wanted had fixate
either dictatin’ or you let somebody dictate
don’t try and understand me, man, i’m still tryin’ (still tryin’)
assassinate my character, they still tryin’ (still tryin’)
i ain’t rich yet, but i’m still tryin’ (still tryin’)
so many failed attempted, but i’m still tryin’ (still tryin’)

- benny banks

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