Lyrics:
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
troubles away
Verse 2: [Major Steppa]
Inna di darkest night, the black stars found the brightest way
Jah lifted me up, became my pilot for the day
With
rain
This kind of trouble no set like rain
So stay ready
I smell hell
When im fucking authority
I forever want my rebel to yell
Stay ready for the face
fascinate us by
How far they go with
Their unconventionality we secretly
Admire and respect them for this we
Wish we could act more like they do
Normally it
would land softly in my sheets
Since I was born I knew
I would land softly
I would land softly in my sheets
Let's go let's get some
Some trouble in
, I'd be right by your side
Lay your troubles on my shoulders
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me awhile
Lay your troubles
I'm gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there
You won't only know by living, only dying will tell
And when I die (and when I die)
When I'm dead (dead and gone)
There'll be one child born
bound for this young
Man. The police knockin' at my
Door, "Well he don't live here no
More, and he's playin' in a rock 'n'
Roll band."
Born
of trouble I was born up in it, when I'm in the booth yeah I'm all up in it, any feature get up and spin it, bar for bar man's winning, 24 hours winning, ahh
understandably shaken up by this release.
The question everbody wants to know is,
Why'd they get this nigga started?
Tupac, rather Makaveli, was not available for
Oh man I wish I knew, I wish I knew it then
But I don't let it stop me
You know I'll be back again
All the mistakes I've made
Trouble that I've been
the art of graffiti
I think I'm tougher than any
My attitude is s***ty
Born in the dope fiends titty
And every city you'll find me
Looking for trouble
by true
Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go
You know that I'm trouble
But you still want me
Don't come back crying
When
by true
Born a stoner
Making pillows wet
Bringing suffering
To where I go
You know that I'm trouble
But you still want me
Don't come back crying
When
But like Nino Brown
I wasn't born with a
Silver spoon my mouth
It was a struggle time
For a child between 7 and 9
I did what I had to do
In order
Times goes by
Giving but denied
Cause living in this ghetto is a crime
And you know that got me
It got me crazy how this evil gives us trouble
It got
I am a rebel, but I am here for the devil
Ima sort ma own troubles and solve ma own puzzles!
Grapple & tackle and get the crap out of these jackals!
Yea
Look
Pass me the duffle
Alwaes shake the trouble
Cruise down Reno Ave we was smokin tuffles cleared out the spot for me that’s when I come
I'm gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there
I'm gone,
there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.
My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.
I can swear there
deficit
Born without a pot for piss
Growing up I wasn't shit
Still waiting for the opposite
Never tried to make a hit
Only tried to blend the sound
Covering
by Willie Dixon
Copyright 1967 (renewed) Hoochie Coochie Music (BMI)
Gypsy woman told my mama
'while 'fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin'
for no trouble
But nobody dogs me 'round
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman, people
Tri-cities here I come
Well, I'm going to fetch my woman,
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