Trying To Come Up Too $hort (Ft. C.O.)

[Verse 1: Too $hort]
You want the money? Wanna be a big mack, dog?
You swimmin' in women on backlog
Daydreamin’ 'bout the dividends
The little homie said, "Man, I'm ’bout to get it in"
It's just a sign of the times
You get a little older, now you wanna do crimes
He went to jail and now he's got big muscles
He don't think he failed, he just picked the wrong hustle
Came home, went straight to the block
He got a P.O. but he don't care about the cops
Pockets full of rocks, hella money in his sock
Rims and paint, he don't wanna ride stock
Loud and clear, the beat gon' knock
And a lot of girls walkin' down the street gon’ stop
And tell each other how they love you
You gettin’ money and they all wanna fuck you

[Chorus]
I'm tryin’ to come up, oh
I'm tryin' to come up, got to keep on movin'
Come up, oh
I’m tryin' to come up, oh

[Verse 2: Too $hort]
The world is violent, so what you yellin' "peace" for?
Gotta take another ride in a police car
They don't you don't tell no lies
'Cause the judge gon' set your bail so high for crack
You never shoulda sold it
'Cause everything you know, you told it
I thought you was a cocaine cowboy
You caught a case, and what you doin' now, boy?
You singin' that same old song
Tellin' on your homeboys so you can go home
And now who's gon' win?
I don't need enemies if you my friend
You just another crab in the barrel
I'm tryin' to see the top, stop grabbin', it's frail
I know you wanna come up, make a few mil
But the homies gon' kill you if you tell