[Intro: Rick Ross] Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin' I pray these niggas understand how passionate we tell this 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, time to turn 'em into base Big Boi got me tryna buy the Braves Courtroom soundin' like I'm in an opera Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appеtite Countin' money all night under thе candlelight Spinnin' vinyl, Teddy 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 niggas Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub G-Wagen for my bitch, now, girl, go live it up Death Row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up Makaveli, it's all eyes on me Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B. (M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Interlude] 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, Sandi had me on my Urkel (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hunnid Signed, sealed, delivered, I forward the note to Republic She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get the 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 niggas 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 or Nicki Minaj (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') Of course Pull up to the front in a fleet of Suburbans Flooded French immersion with the Secret Service Shit 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 shit'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 it '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 nigga 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 the trunk size The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunchtime 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 (I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin') 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 Niggas 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 6ix, eight weeks, sun blazin' After that, the killies 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 niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire drills It's like this shit 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