Trouble

Living my life and they think I'm mad

I should tell my mama I ain't take that tab

Hit up my bitch and she ain't hit right back

Now I'm suspicious in the crib like whoa

Life gone crazy cause I'm living to fast

Walking down the street tryna pick up that gas

Cops went crazy tryna look in my bag

Tell them back up man I'm just tryna smoke

Why does hell got to feel like home

Why does heaven got to seem unknown

And when I die I know that I'll see them both