Kur - Lemon Pepper Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' I pray these ni**as understand how passionate the tale is 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) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Godfather with a garden full of snakes Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera Went and got it, now these ni**as wanna knock us b*tches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars But it ain't a problem 'cause a ni**a really got it Fat boy, rich ni**a, with a appetite Count monеy all night under the candlelight Spinnin' vinyl, Tеddy 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 these snitch ni**as Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite b*tch with us Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fu*ked up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love Foot Locker, twenty deep, a ni**a spend a dub G-Wagen for my b*tch, that girl go live it up Death row, that's for these ni**as, I'ma hit 'em up Makaveli, it's All Eyez on Me Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Break] I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' To get you under my pressure I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' To get you under my pressure Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, heart just turned purple Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hunnid Signed, sealed, delivered, I fu*ked the notary public She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin' "The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino" Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please You gotta have the link before you order these Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys We all grateful for 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 ni**as what they profession is Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before Private villas only, I don't go near a resort We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji They all say they love me, but they hardly know me (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil' man Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed Regardless of what they husbands do to provide Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service sh*t is so obvious, it defeats the purpose If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica Started at the crib, look how far this sh*t'll take ya Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts) Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts) Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts) All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts) Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts) Lemme know if that's a problem (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all And bein' honest, I don't really 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 inner matrix 'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes And the squad look bigger to the young guys And my dick feel better when you drunk, right? Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye Air Canada Centre ni**a when I die Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time 'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time To be real, man, I never did one crime But none of my brothers could caption that line At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted ni**as love tryna put my back where the walls facin' Big body frames, wasn't into car racin' Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin' I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin' Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin' After that, the killers just go into hibernation (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still? How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills? (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill You ni**as' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk And your albums like some mothafu*kin' fire drills It's like this sh*t feels real, but it's never real (Yeah) [Outro] I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' To get you under my pressure I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' To get you under my pressure