Trouble$ Lyrics

Mr. No good program, the shenanigans

Four door bucket packed out like Anderson

Callin' up Brandon' like nigga with the bidnezz?

Heard a nigga had a problem

Knock him down with the swiftness

Motherfuckin' mission, rollin' solo with that Equalizer

Creasy with the scope, yes, men on fire

Spot him, got him, walk him down, Michael Myers

Ten toes down, but the joints stay up

Two step to the funk with the truth in my cup

Take it down by the sip

Crooked letters in the script

For the love ones that I miss

For the love ones that I miss

Every moment that I miss

Broken piece, I try to fix

In every war in which

Me, myself, I had to enlist

Battle against giants

Ran that fade with Debo

God made man

But this Colt will make us equal

Troubles are a testimony

Feelin' real funny in the bitch

Real funny in the bitch

The sun is on me

The sun is on me

The sun is on you

The sun is on you

Someone needs a testimony

Feelin' real funny in this bitch

Real funny in the bitch

Troubles on me

Troubles on me

There's trouble on you

There's trouble on you

I got two phone calls

One to my wife and the other one to God

One to show my love and the other for the flaws

Other for the flaws

Other for the flaws

Long talks with the Lord

Show him my vision board

Motivation comes with inspiration

Niggas can't afford

You can wave the white flag

Or you can raise the sword

Either way it go, my nigga

Guess the choices all yours

So I

The choices all yours

So I

The choices all yours

So I

The choices all yours

So I

The choices all yours

Make that monster look himself up in the mirror

Keep the bullshit, lil' nigga can't hear ya

No, I don't feel ya

No, I don't feel ya

No, I don't feel ya

No, I don't feel ya

There's a beauty in the struggle

But that bitch can get ugly

Ain't no sunshine

But the day's still lovely

Yeah, I'm at peace when the nature come and hug me

Nature come and hug me

Nature come and hug me

Got some trees in my jar and it lookin' like the Amazon

Me and Mary Jane got her t-shirt and her panties on

Feast like Raheem on the eve of Eid Ramadan

Land of the lost and I lay my head in Babylon

I need Zion like the N.O

Break bread with my brother, slidin' for my kinfolk

Part the red sea for them blue notes

You know

I die for every nigga in this motherfuckin' four door

But I'm solo

So I'm

Testimony

Feelin' real funny in this bitch

Feelin' funny in this bitch

The sun is on me

The sun is on me

The sun is on you

The sun is on you

But the troubles are testimony

Feelin' real funny in this bitch

Feelin' funny in this bitch

The troubles on me

The troubles on me

The troubles on you

The troubles on you

I got two phone calls

One to my wife and the other one to God

One to show my love and the other for the flaws

The other for the flaws

The other for the flaws

I got two phone calls

One to my wife and the other one to God

One to show my love and the other for the flaws

The other for the flaws

And the other for the flaws

And the other for the flaws, nigga