[Intro: MO3]
Look, it's like, it don’t hurt to say I tried
Even though that I lie, ehey feel my struggle look me in my eye
Sold a thousand dimes a thousand times
Yeah, every night got on my grind, hopin' one day I shine
You damn right, lil' n***a I tried
Yeah, n***a, I tried

[Verse: Twisted Black & MO3]
This n***a fired to you, couldn’t dunk a basketball if he tried to (Haha)
But the goals of bein' a rap god, we fightin' against some stack odds (Okay)
Quadboy with rap dreams, lookin' up to Pookie and Li (Yeah)
And these church rings, goin' for it, sling that iron like he was loose (Oh, yeah, yeah, oh)
He was tryna make a better way (Yeah), the contrast is yesterday (Uh-huh)
Dallas, Texas got some big dogs, right now he featherweight (Okay)
We started sellin' CDs out the trunk (Yeah), then n***as fuckin' with it (You right, you right)
They skeptical 'bout pushin’ to that North, so he hooked up with Freddy
Old cliff (Yeah), just a small city but they so stiff (Uh-huh)
The trap just let him in, now it’s two Bloods and no Crips (For real)
Then Yella came, Dallas all stars, yeah, that's a better name (Yeah)
Yell threw a stomach punch to the rap game like a belly ring (Okay)
Meanwhile on the other side (Yeah), it’s storm brewin' in Fort Worth (Uh-huh)
Twisted got the game locked, but they locked me up in court first (Damn)
So Yizzle got the city on his back 'cause I done left him room (Uh-huh)
He stood up for the city, he told the world that they could catch the boom
Opened up for 3 (Yeah), now DFW is back connected (Yeah)
I'm walkin’ down the 30, but the Metroplex was how I left it (Uh-huh)
The egos get birthed when young n***as start makin' C notes (Yeah)
And Winstar wasn't the only one that was buildin' up casinos (Okay)
Gotti got his own clique, everybody just tryna make it rock (Yeah)
Listen close so you don't miss the twist and see what really happened (Okay)
One show in Fort Worth (Yeah), an accident, lost a life (Uh-huh)
Hollered in with the gavels (Look), so it had to be a cost and price (Oh, oh-oh-oh, damn)
City blamed 3 for it and that's what got the beef goin' (Uh-huh)
Now the bridges built between them (Yeah), the Devil came to reap for it (Yes)
Rallie went to Heaven and all of Dallas really felt the pain
But 3 ain't take it well and from that day he was just not the same (Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah)
And all of a sudden Yella hit, I prayed to God he'd make it through (Come on, God)
Everybody ain't your friend, yeah, that's the realest shit that came from Boosie (I swear)
It all happened so fast (Yeah), I was in my cell mystified
The trap really a gangster, but the streets want him to pick a side
So when the Dallas war came, and the Fort Worth war came (Uh-huh)
That's when Bubba died, and 3 went to the mattress and came with Bubba gang (Yeah)
Quadboy got the hot hands, he be sellin' out like rock bands
That's when Freddy went to jail, the haters was warmer than the hot pans (Hahaha)
I caught him up with Bebe, told him, "3, we gotta lock in"
Then they took his life so quick, all the world could say was, "Goddamn" (Damn)
It was a cold world before Jay with more mystery than OJ (Yeah)
He salute the new Dallas, don't forget it was a copay (I swear)
'Cause Ronnie died and so did that lil' baby, that's some bullshit (On God)
But for that, that's the only reason Twista don't export this (Yeah)
'Cause 'round the world, it's so many that's livin' like the Metro place (Uh-huh)
There's young n***as that die, go to jail, they really tried they best (I swear)
[Chorus: MO3]
My partner callin' from a prison phone
Other partner dead, I want his killer gone
Stay gang gangin' in the streets, we catch an opp, bitch, we gon' get it on
Kill every opp on sight, bitch, how I'm livin', that's the shit I'm on
And it don't hurt to say I tried, even though that I lie
They fit my struggle, look me in my eyes

[Outro: MO3]
Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, oh
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Lil' n***a, I tried