Trials and Tribulations Lyrics by Tee Grizzley
(I can’t make you say) I do
Okay (I can’t make you say)
Growing up, I looked up to them niggas that was rocking ice
I got it, now I barely wear it, don’t believe the hype
I got to where I wanted, then saw it was greater heights
No hibachi, chopsticks to leave you cooked like steak and rice (***)
Trials and tribulations, that *** come with life
I saw a *** main *** get hit, my heart on ice
The only people that could come between us is you and I
You did some weird *** and *** the love up, can’t make it right
Told bronem, “Be on point whenever you go outside”
To find some real *** is rare in 2025
Been through some ***, but can’t complain ’cause I’m still alive
I know I ask for a lot, but can You hear me, God? (God, I)
That street *** so watered down, they need to cut it out
These niggas walkin’ in the court, pointin’ they brothers out
They slow to run a bag up, but quick to run they mouth
Was flying when you called, I’ma hit you when I’m touchin’ down
I just resigned my deal for some crazy ***
I hate how money create distance in relationships
I can’t fumble no real *** for no lil’ basic ***
If I pass a rock and you don’t shoot, that’s still a great assist (I still helped)
It’s me (Me)
I still helped (It’s me, ***)
Even if you ain’t shoot, it’s me, ***
I did my part, you see what I’m saying?
TG, *** (TG, ***)
Let’s get it, uh
Never let my dog starve while I ate in his face
Grind day and night, I ain’t rich enough for a break
Can’t believe I made it out, how I was raised was a shame
Brody on parole, he tote K’s anyway
When you elevating, they gon’ say that you changed
Can’t say that they lying, though, you can’t stay the same
Get up out the hood, why you playing with the grave?
Always thought the goal was to get up out the way
I told bronem, “Be on point whenever you go outside”
To find some real *** is rare in 2025
Been through some ***, but can’t complain ’cause I’m still alive
I know I ask for a lot, but can You hear me, God?
That street *** so watered down, they need to cut it out
These niggas walkin’ in the court, pointin’ they brothers out
They slow to run a bag up, but quick to run they mouth
Was flying when you called, I’ma hit you when I’m touchin’ down
I’ma hit you when I’m touchin’ down