Lyrics:
I don't go looking for trouble
It's always coming my way
But, I've been looking for you
And like the summer sun, you welcome my day
So come on, come
dope and they gon' show you where the drugs at
Looking for some trouble, well, a nigga's gonna plug that
Niggas keep they pistols up underneath they
of the world
{*2X*}
[T.I.]
I was born into poverty raised I the sewerage
Streets always would be a part of me, it made me the truest
And even when my days
of trouble
Speak is muffed the law and B goin' try to cuff you
Those with duffles move weight and have muscles
I came through the dirt with a verse for
in the pentagram
A waste of chaos by the gram
Dark eyes for trouble, double damned
Despair
The storm upon lake Lacrymose
Restless. never comatose
Pop, pop, pop, and send a chuckle up above for me
Ayo, currency kept passing me by, but I didn't cry, broke
Got hit off with the pack and started
quest for greatness or
At least hipness, just a scam
And too much trouble but then what makes on
Human being worthy of an easy ride
Born to be a natural
Glory to God
Christ is born
Glory to God
He's the Lord
Creator, sustainer
Fashioner and former of everything
By your will existing
For your pleasure
backwards
Up the ave I zip, nigga trying to have shit
Im your average, ghetto nigga turned maverick
You'd never, said to a nigga 'Whateve for the cash, im
basic diversion
Rusty anchor budget for nothing
Wedged between aesop rock and a scarred face of frustrated
fuck yous Bound by concern
I can't believe I'm
for any trouble man
So just leave me alone, alright?
Fuck off
Just walk on by
Don't waste your time
You'll never know me
And this life of mine
Get high, Wanna fly
Getting fast when I'm on the road, Riding by
It's all in time, How we die
But I'm all in or gone fold, Power Drive
It's in our
trouble and strife in the way of life called poverty
Poverty is a broken down shack and a greedy landlord
And your money crop beaten down by the summer
born to kill
The beats I do for real
Can't go without my fucking stick
Cause that's my heavy metal
And damn well that I'm better
And damn well that I'm
my fears
In a World made of sorrow and lies, will your God give me all that I need to get by?
I’d rather stay out of trouble
Whenever I’m touching my
the same and that goes double for the trouble in the hell that I've caused I think I take a step back if my life a round of applause two sides of a lifeline
I showed you what's right
Living it but still searching for a story of mine
As a kid I was fine bra
But grew to worry my mind
My troubles double in
moderation
Hoes only known for fornication
Please do not call me for no relations
And on no occasion
Fuck all the complications
Feelin' uplifted
By Gods grace
my pistol on my waist Lock it & loaded for u suckers
First one to blast fastest one to flee the scene
I protect my family, my bread & my paper By any
and lower )
Life for a chance to be gone
( Till it's over and over )
Dawn till dusk
Dusk till dawn, dawn....
Verse 3:
Day is born in a forest, in a field
And if I ever fall again
I pray you catch me by the hand
And keep me in your presence
Through the blessing of the Man
Who was born of a virgin
In
asking for some trouble, cause they wanting what you have
But if you happen to keep it humble, longer you gunna last
I was savage when I was young, so
Moods swung like a pendulum, more was thought then was written
As more years were swallowed by times greedy maw
Me searching for purpose, for peace, for
your soul to the devil
I can't do nothin for ya, man, cause you're too deep in trouble
Cause you're too deep in trouble
[ YZ ]
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