Trouble Man
T.F, Boldy James, The Alchemist
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If it's not cocaine-related (uh) Well, it stem from some cocaine deal gone bad Okay, okay, look Man have cocaine fi man, man have money fi cocaine, fi that, that, that The politician dem involved I grew up squeezin' pistols outta smoking rentals That caddy was like candy, it ran through her dental, uh This yellow tape with Alchemist on instrumentals I guess I'm solid Since they judge you on the shit you been through Who you kin to? Who you friends with? It ain't no dead weight, it's only deadlifts Headshots, leave a neck slit When it come to ballin', I hope your niggas set picks Look, we gotta score End up on the shore with some Spanish bitches Each one of 'em mi amor Classic like the Diadoras and woodgrain rifles The company I keep, I consider 'em idols Look, God mode You can't see me even if you lost that blindfold You can't beat me, I gorilla, bitch, this Congo, concrete jungle I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they muscle I know some niggas who lost weight but never lost they hustle Everything scandalous, bitch, them Rugers is muzzled, killer Just caught a body in my sleep, I need a dream chaser Pics of John Gotti and me, saved on my screensaver I put some money on your head, that's a quick weave Bet they won't even notice he was missin' 'til a week later I put in pain for this shit, this ain't no cheap labor 'Cause when it come to felonies, it ain't no free favors Lined him up with two of his mans, gave 'em three tapers Motherfuck the blender, we gon' put him in the cheese grater (check out the rest now) Yeah, where we at? (Send him in pieces) From the land of the scant, to the home of the scurvy Could never put my stamp on it 'cause he was never sturdy How I look beefin' with some niggas I ain't never heard of? Youngin', he ain't never caught a sentence, quick to catch a murder Trappin' out of state in Louis V., Supreme Slappin' all this bass, I show you why they call me B.B. King Better leave a nigga be 'cause if I'm feelin' bothered Them niggas with them .223s quick to kill a toddler Wicked thoughts of a demon committing cardinal sin Pray it keep me shielded from the evil in the hearts of men Got stripped of all them precious metals that was gold-plated Lucifer's advocate, the Devil got my soul tainted Ankle monitor on my foot, out on the type of Bond Baby Saigon, come to my hood, it look like Lebanon I'll walk you down with that drum like the second line And leave your brains on the curb, but don't pay me no never mind Blockworks No, you can't have it No? (No), oh, that's um Okay (oh, 'cause it's) Kinda feel like it though (yeah, you, yeah, you can twirl it around though) Oh, no, no, no, it wouldn't do me any good, actually That's alright, um Misunderstood
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Written by: Daniel Alan Maman
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