Tryna

Every time I hear a brother call a girl a bitch or a ho / Tryna make a sister feel low / You know all of that gots to go

You get caught in the middle, tryna dribble on my court

[…] Mr. Kelly’s verse outshines all the others (“I’m tryna keep it R&B/But these streets is a part of me,” he sings, ascending into falsetto); he gives the chorus a tuneful makeover too.

Catch me up in snowin, in my sliders and my shorts / Chicks tryna get my brotha Flips to share his thoughts

You're beautiful, but misunderstood / So why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?

Kissy face, kissy face / Sent to your phone, but / I'm tryna kiss your lips for real (uh-huh, uh-huh)