CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Who They Tryina Be

All my heroes were born before King died
While you waitin' on Lauryn, I'm headin' toward Zion
Draped in something that n*ggas just can't afford
See I got this from the Lord, check the tags, it's imported
Stole the keys to my future, hit the gas, then I floored it
That model had an ass, like three, I ordered four of them
Now I'm the foreigner, smilin' and pourin' up
Head of State walk past me, like "why he over here?"

We hit the club and stimulate the economy
Baby I'm who they tryina be, I'm who they tryina be
We hit the club and stimulate the economy
Baby I'm who they tryina be, I'm who they tryina be

Still mad, still men, still bad
Still bend steel bars in the cage I'm in
Sick of love, Sycamore trees the ornament on it is me
Strange fruit is the hardest to eat
Yet we see the juice drip from the lips of police
Mama prayin' hard, finger grip won't release
Sea to shining sea, still too dark for me
But Ima kill it when I feel it n*gga