Lemon Pepper Freestyle

(Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
I pray these niggas understand how passion is contagious
(To get you under my pressure)
Richer
(I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin')
(To get you under my pressure)
Yes, uh
Biggest, you feel me? (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

Godfather with a garden full of snakes
Call [Em]Porsche, time to [C7]give away a Wraith
Bricks boy, tɾyna turn 'em [A]into [C7]bass
Big boy, I been tɾyna buy the Braves
Court ɾoom soundin' like [F]I'm in the opera
Went and [Bm]got [Fm7]it, now these niggas wanna knock us
Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
But it ain't a problem [A]'cause a nigga ɾeally got [Fm7]it
Fat boy, ɾich nigga, with a appetite
Count money all [Em]night under the candlelight
Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy P, or is it Lionel?
Not a model, but I know I been your idol
Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
Practicin' social distance with all [Em]these snitch niggas
Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
Big bucks, steppin' outta big tɾucks
Steppin' on [C7]my [A]feet, it'll get you [A7fucked up
Got the squad with me and [Bm]all [Em]they did was [Am7]gimme love
Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
G-Wagen for [Dm7]my [A]bitch, that girl go live it up
Death ɾow, that's for [Dm7]these niggas, I'ma hit 'em [A]up
Makaveli, it's All Eyez on [C7]Me
Pinkie ɾings, it's still M-O-B (M-M-M-Maybach Music)

I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin'
To get you [A7under my [A]pressure
I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin'
To get you [A7under my [A]pressure
Tryin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin'

Yeah, heart just turned purple
Three-sixty up front, it all [Em]comes full circle
Class ρhotograρhs, Sandy had me on [C7]my [A]Urkel
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Patty Mahomes 'bout to [C7]fall [Em]short a couple hunnid
Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public
She witnessed me sign off on [C7]some undeniable numbers
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Yeah, make a set sailin' Croatia to [C7]get a leverage
Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and [Bm]clippin' the hedges
I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert
Matthew Maddocks called in the pit boss, double checkin'
"The number's all [Em]good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino"
Real life, the whole fam' goons like [F]Ralo
One tɾuck in front of me, one behind me to [C7]follow
Lemme get a lemon [C7]pepper order, please
You gotta have the link before you [A7order these
Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
We all [Em]grateful for [Dm7]Weezy, but no one more than me
You just found a bottle with the messages
These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession [C7]is
Ushered a generation [C7]in, these is where my [A]confessions live
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before
Private villas only, I don't go near a ɾesort
We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
For ɾeal, and [Bm]my [A]city love me like [F]DeMar DeRozan
I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji
They all [Em]say they love me, but they hardly know me
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for [Dm7]my [A]lil' man
Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M
School bell ɾings and [Bm]I'm out there to [C7]get him again
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
Regardless of what they husbands do to [C7]provide
Askin' if I know Beyoncé and [Bm]Nicki Minaj
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Of course, pull up to [C7]the front in a fleet of Suburbans
Flooded French Immersion [C7]with the Secret Service
Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
If this is your hobby, then come and [Bm]meet your maker
Champagne, ɾing bells in the stɾeets of Jamaica
Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
Ross sittin' on [C7]two hunnid thirty-five acres
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like [F]my [A]third cousin (facts)
Mansoor Mohammed like [F]my [A]ɾeal brother (facts)
Dubai embrace me like [F]a Emirati (facts)
All my [A]Rolls-Royces got [Fm7]a different body (facts)
Mansory, kitted out with every option [C7](facts)
Lemme know if that's a problem [A]
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
If you [A7got [Fm7]a problem [A]with me, gotta walk around it
Used to [C7]say I had it 'fore I got [Fm7]it, now I got [Fm7]it all
And bein' honest, I don't ɾeally wanna talk about it
And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it
I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it
Negative thoughts don't even enter my [A]inner matɾix
Imagine me still ɾappin' 'bout if I never made it
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives
I mean, my [A]crib look bigger through my [A]son's eyes
And the squad look bigger to [C7]the young guys
And my [A]dick feel better when you [A7drunk, ɾight?
Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise
And my [A]diamonds all [Em]hittin' like [F]tie-dye
Air Canada Centɾe, nigga, when I die
Y'all [Em]gon' have to [C7]fly in and [Bm]do your fake cry
First couple ɾows, you [A7gon' see the ɾeal guys
The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause the tɾunk size
The ones that look at other ɾappers like [F]it's lunch time
Watch on [C7]my [A]wrist never showed me crunch time
'Cause I ain't never let it come to [C7]that one time
To be [Am]ɾeal, man, I never did one crime
But none of my [A]brothers could caption [C7]that line
At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
Instant noodles, Sriracha, I still taste it
When mama was [Am7]too tired to [C7]cook and [Bm]we had the basics
Instant noodles, Sriracha, I still taste it
Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted
Niggas love tɾyna put my [A]back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into [C7]car ɾacin'
Me and [Bm]Chubbs drive by, shorty heart ɾacin'
I always end up droppin' the top when it starts ɾainin'
Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'
After that, the killies just go into [C7]hibernation
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Damn, ɾest in peace Dolla Bill
How I get a girl and [Bm]girls still wanna holla still?
How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
(I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin')
Everybody that survive got [Fm7]survivor's guilt
My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like [F]a flour mill
You niggas' faces lookin' like [F]you [A7drink sour milk
And your albums like [F]some mothafuckin' fire drills
It's like [F]this shit feels ɾeal, but it's never ɾeal (yeah)

I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin'
To get you [A7under my [A]pressure
I been tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin', tɾyin'
To get you [A7under my [A]pressure