Trouble Maker Lyrics

Everybody fuckin wit u

You til they get what they want...

If you're foolish enough to trust em

Then it's partially your fault

So it's fuc you, pay me my money bitch…

Then get the fuc on...

Before you came across my path

I was just crossing the roads...

Of success and failure...

Until I found a rest spot...

Meeting strangers I've known for years

Trying to chart the best route...

I'm best off, booking it solo though I'd like to help out...

Your situation, but consequently you need to fuck off

Just the thought of falling short cuz Niggas thinking its friendly...

Makes me happy I'm always 'packing'

When these niggas be 'trippin'...

So just follow the trail of guts

As I throw out the filling

I'm on the road less traveled

Wit no passengers nigga!

I'm out classing these niggas

That's why you gassing me up

Like I'm clueless bout what the fuk u niggas asking me for

I don't make time to play dumb

Cuz I got somewhere to go

Without justifying a reason

The simple answer is no

Free rides…

I’m constantly aware

With all 3 eyes

Cant listen to every fuckin story cuz

They got 3 sides

Besides the risk is too high

For me to be taking these chances

Just to be beatin around the bush

Listening to you niggas tap dancing

So bitch, run me my money

Fuck all that

Rambling and fumbling

Fuck niggas working my patience

On a path to saying nothing

This shit bout money you dumbshit

And feeding my family

If u cant comprehend that bitch

Then y we talkin got dammit…

So nigga pull up yo panties

Before i beat up that pussy

Go out and make you some money

And maybe then we’ll talk music

Til then don’t play me for stupid

I built a trench in this game

Have them niggas come out and C u bitch

You mention my name

They’ll introduce you to pain

And even help you get famous

Get you a column to yourself

And put your face in the papers

Niggas claimin' they’re OG’s

And they ain't even no gangstas

Just lying about your life

Boy, you just puttin on make up

And you inking ya face up

Now you stinking the place up

Fo something happen to you

Boy go to church and get prayed fuh

And ask for forgiveness

Cleanse your soul of that spirit

Go head and give your life to God

And find a purpose for living

Then take your pick of these women and

Pass that shit to your children

And be thankful to tell your testimony

Every thanksgiving

Now do this is rememberance

From that time you was lost

More than half way on a pathway

To gettin fucked off

By some niggas thats bout they business

Pissin' dro from their kidneys

Who, not at any point in time

Got no use for no witness

That’s why business and personal interests

Don’t ever quite get along

Cuz when people get in their feelings

This shit gets deeper than songs

Sinatra