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(When I made this one, I honestly didn't even need to write, I just went with what my head and my heart told me to do. "Morgan don't force it, just do what u do", so I just put the headsets on and said whatever came to mind... But anyway, enjoy❤️)
Not Tryna Force It (Lyrics)
• (Written & performed by: Withus The King)
• (Produced by: Cadence)
[Intro:]
Yah, ayy
it's been quite awhile since I've actually let loose and, just tried to do this for the sake of doing it you know, for the love, not for the clout or anything like that but, for me (you know), for the peace I get when I do this. So this time, I'm not gonna force it.
[Hook:]
This is me, not tryna force it,
my name in they mouth ain't no faucet,
my music I'm tryna out source it,
I master my shit and I sauce it,
I come out the South not the closet,
I touch on a issue I close it,
that bitch want a tissue, I throws it,
the reaper the one that done sows it,
she gave me her heart and I holds it,
I gave her my heart and she froze it...
outta existence she throws it,
but she keep coming back cause she knows it,
I'ma be the greatest, don't suppose it,
Mr Morgan already knows it,
and he don't really care how you dose it,
how you nose it, I ready know's it
[Verse 1:]
Stuck in my head I can't help reminisce, asking myself, baby girl what is this, pride aside, think about you I miss, I don't want you I just want one more kiss, if it ain't love then my God what is this? Think to myself, what if I had a sis, if I'm feeling bad, she'd give me a kiss, tell me how life just always be a twist, tell me how not to resort to my fist, tell me 'bout how I should probly inlist, same time I'd think 'bout the girls that I kissed, deep down there's only one I've ever missed, lately I'm acting like she don't exist, changing bitches on the daily, I'm pissed, avoiding the beef, don't want blood on my wrist, how I'm moving? Steady move like the mist
[Hook:]
This is me, not tryna force it,
my name in they mouth ain't no faucet,
my music I'm tryna out source it,
I master my shit and I sauce it,
I come out the South not the closet,
I touch on a issue I close it,
that bitch want a tissue, I throws it,
the reaper the one that done sows it,
she gave me her heart and I holds it,
I gave her my heart and she froze it...
outta existence she throws it,
but she keep coming back cause she knows it,
I'ma be the greatest, don't suppose it,
Mr Morgan already knows it,
and he don't really care how you dose it,
how you nose it, I ready know's it
[Verse 2:]
I'm a fucken punk, I'm not Arnold, I'm Donald, I'm Trump, tryna get mah head outta the slump, I'm with Cole I don't need a lil pump, how I'm feeling? I'm down in the dump, fuck them tires they low, so I pump, fuck attires, in black that's wassup, what I'm drinking? got lean in my cup, how I'm moving? I be on the up, ain't no Lion you just a lil pup, I ain't stoppin', not until I pop, yeah mah nigga you know that's wassup
- Genre
- Hip-hop & Rap